PART 2: Gasps. Whispers. Shock.
“No way…”
“This can’t be real…”
Ethan stepped forward, desperate. “No! I swear, I don’t know her!”
But she didn’t argue.
She reached into her bag and pulled out photos.
Her and Ethan. Smiling. Close.
Then printed messages.
Love texts. Promises.
Then a marriage certificate.
My hands started shaking.
And then—
“A DNA report,” she said quietly.
Silence.
Then chaos.
“How could you do this?”
“Shame on you!”
“Leave him!”
People turned on Ethan instantly…
