I looked at the bracelet in my hand, which almost perfectly matched the one in the video screenshot and nodded.
“Mom, I can’t accept someone who can’t give me a sense of security.” I had asked Mike for Toby’s hair and put it in the bracelet for a blessing.
Now this strand of hair was inside the bracelet. Taking it out and having it appraised would clarify things.
I went home and found the love knot Mike had given me, woven from his hair. Back then, he said he would protect me no matter what happened, shielding me from all harm.
I suppressed my bitterness and rushed two strands of hair to the hospital that night, expediting a paternity test. An hour later, looking at the 99% positive result, I felt like I'd been plunged into an ice cave.
My dad were incredulous, "That damned Mike, he actually... he really does have an illegitimate child!"
"What a tragedy! Why did we have to go through this?" Mom was shocked.
Seeing my parents' grief, I desperately suppressed the bitterness in my heart; cutting my losses was the most important thing. I posted on my social media that our relationship was strained and the wedding was canceled. As expected, my phone was bombarded with inquiries.