Ryan’s a good kid — responsible and kind, though naive in love. When he said he might be a father, I suggested a DNA test, just to be sure. He agreed, and when the results (arranged by Shelly’s father) said he was the dad, he committed to her fully.
From the start, Shelly and I didn’t get along. She was upset about the DNA test and held a grudge, which later escalated — she spread lies about me, turning family against me. Ryan, torn between us, gave me an ultimatum: apologize or miss the wedding. I couldn’t apologize for things I hadn’t done, so I was uninvited.
Two weeks before the wedding, Shelly’s mom, Jen, called urgently. She confessed Shelly had lied — she’d manipulated the test results with her father’s help. The real father wasn’t Ryan, and she had used him for stability.
The wedding was called off. Ryan was devastated but ultimately grateful. Jen and I, once distant, grew closer through the fallout. It was a painful time, but Ryan came out stronger, and our family, though shaken, began to heal.