My name is Kayla, and I never imagined my daughter’s first birthday would end with a DNA test, a family secret exploding in public, and my marriage shaken to its core. Jason and I have been married for three years. We have a beautiful daughter, Ava, who just turned one. My mother-in-law, Sandra, offered to host the party. I agreed, trying once again to bridge the cold distance she always maintained. I didn’t expect kindness,
but I never imagined cruelty either. The party was picture-perfect—until Sandra tapped her glass and handed Jason a small box. “Just a little fun,” she said. Inside was a DNA kit. “You were blonde as a baby, Jason,” she added, eyeing Ava. Then, she turned to me and handed me a gym membership voucher. “Thought this could help,”