‘You’re a Liar!’ – Man Holds His Newborn Granddaughter for the First Time and Instantly Points at His DILv

The hallway outside the hospital room buzzed with excitement. John paced, rubbing his hands together, his eyes flicking from the closed door to the family members around him.

His parents, Ron and Linda, stood a few steps behind him, their eyes fixed on the door but with a subtle tension between them. Tina’s parents, Annie and Mark, sat on the bench by the wall, chatting softly, excitement brightening their tired faces.

“Calm down, John,” Linda said with a gentle smile. She reached out, patting his arm. “You’ll get to hold him soon enough.”

“I know, Mom, I just — I can’t believe he’s finally here!” John replied, his face breaking into a grin. He looked around, his eyes wide with anticipation. “Tina’s amazing. She’s been so strong.”

Ron shifted, crossing his arms as he watched his son. “We’re proud of her too,” he said, his tone even but careful. He exchanged a glance with Linda, who nodded but kept her expression neutral.

“Don’t worry, son,” Ron added with a slight frown. “Just make sure you know what you’re doing now that there’s three of you.”

John laughed a little nervously. “I think I’ve got this, Dad.” He grinned at his father, though the older man’s expression remained unreadable.

Mark, Tina’s father, chuckled from the bench. “That’s right, John,” he said warmly. “New life — nothing like it. It changes everything.”

Linda nodded but didn’t smile. “True. Responsibility isn’t easy, not with a family business, either.”

John looked at his mother, hesitating, but before he could reply, the nurse stepped out, smiling.

“All right,” she said. “You can go in now, but be gentle. She’s tired.” She held the door open, and everyone filed in, quieting as they entered the softly lit room.

As they stepped inside, Tina lay propped against the pillows, her face pale but glowing with happiness. Her hair was pulled back, and she cradled the tiny bundle in her arms. John’s face softened instantly, and he rushed to her side, his eyes fixed on the baby.

“Oh, Tina,” he whispered, reaching out to touch the baby’s cheek. “He’s perfect.” He looked at her, his eyes shining. “I don’t know how you did it.”

Tina laughed softly, though her exhaustion showed in her eyes. “I had help,” she murmured, smiling at him. “Here. Hold him.”

She gently placed the baby in John’s arms, and he held his son for the first time, his face filling with wonder. “I… I’m so lucky,” he said, barely able to get the words out.

Linda and Ron moved closer. “Let me hold him, John,” Linda said softly, her voice touched with a rare warmth. She reached for the baby, her eyes softening as she cradled him in her arms.

“Sweet little boy,” she cooed, her expression growing tender. “Just beautiful.”

After a few moments, she handed the baby to Tina’s mother, Annie, who immediately teared up. “Oh, my dear girl,” she said to Tina. “He’s perfect. Just perfect.”

Then, the grandfather took his turn. But as soon as he looked down at the baby, his eyes widened, fixated.

“LIAR!” he suddenly shouted. Linda rushed over, took one more look at the baby, and then glared at her daughter-in-law.

“We’re doing a DNA test. Right now,” she demanded.

Ron’s eyes darkened. He looked at Tina, who was watching him with a weak smile. “That birthmark,” he said, his tone clipped.

Tina blinked, confused. “What… what do you mean?”

Ron straightened, holding the baby out as if the tiny boy himself were somehow responsible. “That mark,” he said, louder now. “The same one that’s on Jimmy’s boy.”

The room went silent. Tina’s smile faded as she stared at him. “I don’t understand,” she said, her voice trembling.

“You know exactly what I mean,” Ron snapped, his face reddening. “Don’t pretend. The boy has the exact same birthmark as our neighbor’s son. The boy who’s always hanging around. The one you’ve known since high school.”

The entire room froze. John looked between his father and his wife, his face pale. “Dad, what are you talking about?” he asked, his voice shaking.

“Look at that mark, John,” Ron said, his tone harsh. “You’re telling me it’s a coincidence?”

Tina shook her head, her face going pale. “This is ridiculous,” she whispered. “That mark means nothing. He’s your grandson!”

Ron glared, unmoved. “I’m not so sure about that. We’re doing a DNA test. Right now.”

Linda looked at her son, her mouth tightening. “John, honey, this isn’t something we can ignore.”

“Mom?” John looked between his parents, his face crumbling as he held Tina’s gaze.

Tina’s voice was small but steady. “John, please. Tell them they’re wrong.”

Despite Tina’s tearful protests, Ron wouldn’t relent. He had demanded a DNA test, and John, feeling pressure from both sides, finally gave a reluctant nod.

“Tina,” he said softly, barely able to meet her eyes, “if we do this, we can put it all to rest. Right?”

Tina looked stricken. “You can’t believe this, John. After everything—”

“I need… I just need to be sure, okay?” John’s voice cracked, betraying the hurt and confusion he struggled to contain.

With the decision made, Ron immediately called to arrange the test. Tina was devastated, glancing at John for support, but his conflicted gaze only deepened her despair.

Over the next few days, silence hung heavy between John and Tina.

In the quiet of their home, the waiting gnawed at both of them, and every hour that passed seemed to erode the fragile bond they’d shared.

John withdrew into himself, his mind racing through memories, doubting everything he thought he knew. Tina’s tear-streaked face haunted him, yet his father’s words echoed louder, seeding doubt.

Tina couldn’t understand it. She paced the house, pleading with John, her voice a mixture of anger and heartbreak. “John, please, you have to believe me. I swear to you, he’s your son!”

John would look away, his face clouded. “If there’s nothing to hide, then the test will clear everything up.”

“You shouldn’t even need a test!” she cried, the desperation plain in her voice. “I thought you knew me better than this.”

But each attempt she made to reach him only seemed to push him further away. On the outside, John wore a mask of calm, but inside, he was a storm, torn between the woman he loved and the family he’d always trusted.

Finally, the results arrived.

Ron tore open the envelope with a grim look, and his eyes scanned the paper, expressionless at first. Then, slowly, a flicker of satisfaction crossed his face. “I was right,” he said, his voice cold. He handed the paper to John, who read it, his hand trembling as he took in the words that confirmed his father’s worst suspicions.

“No…” John whispered, his face ashen. He looked at Tina, who was staring at him, her mouth open, frozen in shock.

The baby was not John’s.

Tina shook her head violently, moving closer to him. “This has to be a mistake, John! You know it has to be! I don’t understand—” She was practically begging, clutching his arm, but John pulled away, a look of disbelief mingling with hurt.

“Why, Tina?” His voice was a raw whisper, his face twisted with pain. “Why would you do this to us?”

Tina dropped to her knees, sobbing. “I didn’t… I swear, John, I didn’t do anything. I don’t know how… Please, you have to believe me!”

John shook his head, his eyes filling with tears. “The proof is right there, Tina.” He looked away, his face etched with betrayal. His parents stood nearby, firm and unforgiving, with his mother adding, “You should leave, Tina. You can’t stay here after this.”

“But I love you, John! I love you more than anything,” Tina cried, her voice breaking.

Ron stepped forward, his expression hard. “Our family can’t afford betrayal, Tina. You need to go.”

John’s face was a mix of devastation and confusion, but he stayed silent as his mother gently guided him away. His silence cut deeper than any words.

Tina packed her things in silence, her mind numb as she moved through the house that had once felt like home. Every photo and every piece of furniture seemed to remind her of the life she had now lost.

Her parents arrived to help, their faces drawn with sadness and quiet anger. They didn’t say much but stayed close by her side, supporting her through her quiet grief.

Once everything was packed, Tina took one last look around, her heart breaking as she imagined her life here, with John and their baby. She couldn’t understand how it had all fallen apart. The baby slept peacefully in her arms, unaware of the turmoil surrounding him.

In the months that followed, John threw himself into work, spending long hours at the office to avoid the empty house and the memories of his shattered marriage. Friends tried to cheer him up, but he remained distant, haunted by what he saw as a betrayal he could never forgive.

Tina moved back in with her parents, who welcomed her with open arms. She focused on raising her son, determined to build a life for them both. Though the pain lingered, she began to find strength in herself, slowly adjusting to life as a single mother.

Yet, for both of them, the scars remained proof of love once given and trust forever broken.

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