Paul had dark features, and Austin had been blond since birth. But I never had to defend myself.
Paul always shut her down.
“Austin just takes after Mary’s side of the family, that’s all.”
But Vanessa didn’t drop it. Austin was almost four when she showed up at our place and announced that she wanted Paul to take a DNA test.
“I’m not doing that,” Paul replied firmly. “I’m sure Austin is my son.”
“And how would you know who she’s been messing around with?”
“Please don’t talk about me in the third person when I’m literally sitting right here,” I interjected.
“I know Austin isn’t Paul’s. In our family, all boys look like their fathers. So you’d better just come clean and say who the real father is, before Paul takes that test,” Vanessa stated coldly.
“We’ve been together for fifteen years! What are you even talking about?” I shouted.
“You’ve never seemed like a faithful wife. I’ve told Paul that from the beginning.”
“Stop it!” Paul yelled. “I’m not taking any test. I trust my wife, and I know she’s never cheated on me.”
“Then why not just take the test?” Vanessa challenged him.
“We’re not talking about this anymore. End of discussion,” Paul replied with finality.