Amanda nervously wiped her palms against her dress as she sat at the lavish dinner table. Tonight was special—she was finally going to share the big news with her fiancé Chris’s family. After years of longing for acceptance, she hoped this moment would bring them closer.
She reached for Chris’s hand, took a deep breath, and smiled. “I have some wonderful news,” she announced. “Chris and I are expecting a baby!”
Silence.
The clinking of silverware stopped. Chris’s father furrowed his brows, and his mother, Margaret, paled. She blinked rapidly before shaking her head. “That’s impossible,” she muttered.
Amanda chuckled nervously. “I know it’s a surprise, but it’s true. I’m three months pregnant.”
Margaret’s expression hardened. “No, Amanda. You don’t understand. Chris is infertile.”
The words slammed into Amanda like a truck. Her breath caught in her throat. She turned to Chris, expecting him to deny it, to laugh it off. Instead, he sat frozen, his face drained of color.
“What are you talking about?” Amanda finally managed to say.
Margaret crossed her arms. “He was diagnosed years ago. He can’t have children.”
Chris’s father nodded grimly. “We didn’t tell you because we thought it wasn’t important. But now…” He trailed off, eyes filled with suspicion.
Amanda felt the weight of their gazes on her like burning spotlights. She turned back to Chris, desperate for reassurance. “Chris, is this true?”
His lips parted, but no words came out.
Tears burned Amanda’s eyes. “You think I cheated on you?”
Chris swallowed hard. “I don’t know what to think.”
The accusation sliced through her like a knife. Her heart pounded as she shot up from her chair. “I have never been unfaithful to you, Chris. This is your baby.”
Margaret scoffed. “Unless you can explain how, I’m afraid we have every right to question that.”
Amanda’s hands clenched into fists. “I don’t have to explain anything! If you don’t believe me, take a paternity test when the baby is born.”
Tears streaming down her face, she grabbed her coat and stormed out.
The following months were agonizing. Chris distanced himself, his mother’s words poisoning his mind. He refused to return Amanda’s calls, leaving her to endure the pregnancy alone.
Then, nine months later, she gave birth to a baby boy—Noah. He had Chris’s deep blue eyes and unmistakable dimpled chin. Even Margaret couldn’t deny the resemblance.
Chris hesitated before visiting Amanda at the hospital. The moment he held Noah, something inside him broke. “He’s mine,” he whispered. “I was wrong.”
Amanda’s eyes softened with exhaustion and pain. “Yes, you were.”
A week later, a DNA test confirmed it. But what shocked them even more was the doctor’s revelation—Chris had never been infertile. His parents had lied to him, worried Amanda would take him away from them.
Betrayal burned in Chris’s chest. He confronted his parents, cutting ties for good. Then, he returned to Amanda, ready to fight for their family.
“I love you,” he vowed. “And I will never doubt you again.”
Amanda hesitated, then nodded. “We’ll see.”
Forgiveness wouldn’t come easy, but one thing was clear—Noah had brought them back together.
And this time, love would win.
