After Divorce, I Took Revenge on my Ex-husband and His MistressChapter 1
On my thirtieth birthday, my husband slapped me hard. "Did you ever study biology in high school?"
he yelled. "You have type O blood, I have type B. So how on earth does our son have type A blood?"
I was completely stunned. Could our child have been switched at birth?
But in court, I calmly showed the paternity test results proving he was indeed the father.
My husband was left speechless.
Watching him walk out of the building, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction.
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We’d known each other for ten years, been married for eight and our son was seven. This was the first time he had hit me, all because he suspected I’d cheated. I covered my stinging face and stared at him. "I told you, he’s your son."
He sneered, "Or is he the son of your first love or some guy who's been after you?" Once suspicion took hold, it was like a guilty verdict. He slammed the door on his way out, leaving me alone.
I looked at the table full of untouched food and collapsed into a chair, feeling drained. I grabbed my glass of red wine, downed it in one go and let the tears roll down my cheeks.