My cheating husband tried to convince everyone that my kids weren’t mine, and DNA tests proved his words. But later, I discovered the truth, and I could’ve never predicted it. I discovered that my husband, Paul, was having an affair with our next-door neighbor. When I confronted him, he admitted it and filed for divorce. But I told him he was going to pay through the nose in child support. “I’m not going to pay because I’ll get full custody of those kids!” he yelled. I laughed, but he smiled smugly as if he knew something I didn’t. We started our court proceedings, and my husband started lying through his nose.
“My wife traveled all the time during her pregnancies and came back with a baby. I think she tricked me and used an illegal surrogate to have my babies. But they don’t belong to her,” he told the judge. I couldn’t believe he would say something so crazy. I delivered all three of my children, but he wasn’t around because he always drank with his buddies. He never saw me giving birth. .“Let’s get a DNA test, and it’ll show that those kids are mine but not hers!” Paul exclaimed again. The judge didn’t believe him but ordered the tests anyway. Much to everyone’s shock, he was right.
My three children, who I carried for nine months, didn’t share my DNA. “This is impossible,” I muttered during our meeting with the lawyers and the judge. See? She can’t have those children because they’re mine, and she probably did something illegal to avoid being a mother herself.
She’s a criminal, Your Honor. You can’t let her have custody,” Paul added. My lawyer protested and stated that despite DNA results, I was still their legal mother. But after considering the evidence, the judge ruled in my husband’s favor. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Warren. But until we conduct a formal investigation into this, the children will stay with their father,” the judge declared. “This is not over, Amanda. But you need to tell me the truth. Did you do something illegal? Did you use a surrogate and lie to your husband? Right now, the judge believes Mr. Warren because the DNA proved his words right,” Mr. Wombs asked.
“Yes! I swear those babies are mine. I carried them. I spent 15 hours in labor with my first son, Luca. Mason and Frankie took around 10 hours each, but all three are mine!” I declared vehemently. Ok. I believe you. I’m going to find out what happened,” Mr. Wombs replied. But I was too distraught at losing my babies to believe him. Did Paul fake those results? Did he pay a doctor to alter them? What happened? A few days later, Mr. Wombs called me and asked me to get some tests done. “Listen, one of my friends is a doctor, and he told me about a case similar to yours. Now, it’s rare, and I don’t want to get your hopes up. But did anyone ever talk to you about chimera?” “No, what is that?” I asked. “My friend explained that it’s a condition where a living being has two sets of DNA. In humans, that can only happen when one twin absorbs the other.”