‘You’re a Cheater! He’s Infertile!’ My MIL Said When She Learned I’m Pregnant,
But the DNA Test Brought Her to Her Knees
I’m Maya, 27, once a waitress scraping by, dreaming beyond rent. At a small Italian restaurant, I met Evan, a kind man who saw me for me, not my job. Despite his wealthy background, he was grounded, and we fell in love. His parents, Mila and Richard, disapproved, wanting him to marry Sabrina for a business merger, not love.
They saw me as beneath him, but Evan proposed, and we tried for a baby to solidify our bond. After months of negative tests, I was overjoyed with a positive result, but Evan seemed oddly distant. At a family dinner, Mila accused me of cheating, claiming Evan was infertile. I calmly agreed to a DNA test, unshaken.
Evan later confessed he’d been told he was infertile by a doctor, sparking doubt. Furious, he confronted the doctor, who admitted Mila and Richard bribed him to fake the results, hoping to break us up. Devastated, Evan cut ties with his parents.
We married simply and welcomed our son, Noah. Months later, Mila and Richard begged forgiveness in a park, seeing Noah. Evan hesitated, but I urged a chance for Noah’s sake. Over time, they rebuilt trust with genuine remorse. Forgiveness, I learned, chooses love over bitterness for our son’s future.
