Post-Divorce Unwanted Kid: Receipts for Every Spend Chapter 08

Post-Divorce Unwanted Kid: Receipts for Every Spend Chapter 08 A DNA Paternity Test

I looked down at them from where I stood.

Once upon a time, they’d posted pictures of fancy meals in that group chat and mocked me for writing essays just to get a sausage. Now the tables had turned.

“Starving?”

I pulled ten bucks out of my bag and threw it on the ground.

“Go grab some sandwich. Make sure you get a receipt, and I’ll reimburse you when you bring it back. On and you need to write a 300-word justification essay. Not one word less.”

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Lily froze, staring at the ten-dollar bill on the floor, and her face turned bright red. “You’re humiliating me?”

“This is humiliating?” I laughed coldly. “Then what the hell was the past three years for me? A vacation in hell?”

“Get out!” Harrison walked over, his eyes ice-cold. “Leave now, or I’m calling the cops.”

They scrambled out of there so fast they didn’t even grab the ten bucks off the floor.,

I thought that was the end of it, but I seriously underestimated how low people could go.

Desperate and out of options, David and Hazel actually teamed up to sue me. Their argument? I was their only daughter, so I had a legal obligation to pay off their debts.

The public backlash had destroyed David’s business, and he was drowning in debt. Hazel got hit with breach-of-contract penalties and owed money everywhere. Now they wanted to dump the whole mess on

In court, they put on this tearful performance about what an ungrateful daughter I was, claiming they’d worked themselves to the bone to put me through school and I’d repaid them with betrayal. They even faked some transfer records and said those were living expenses they’d given me.

The judge looked at me. “Defendant, do you have anything to say in your defense?”

I stood up and calmly pulled out the voice recorder, along with that thick stack of reimbursement records. And the hospital security footage.

“Your Honor, here’s the evidence of how my parents ‘worked themselves to the bone’ for me.”

The recording played, and the group chat messages flashed on screen. The whole courtroom erupted. Even the judge’s face hardened.

“Mr. and Mrs. Preston, this is what you call raising a child?”

David kept trying to defend himself. “I still raised her! She didn’t starve to death, and that counts for something!”

That was when Harrison stood up as my attorney and submitted new evidence.

It was a DNA paternity test.

Your Honor. I’m requesting that the paternity relationship be declared invalid, Harrison said.

I froze.

I looked at Harrison, and he gave me a reassuring look.

“According to the DNA results, the plaintiff’s David and Hazel have no biological relationship to the defendant, Gwen.”

What?

I was shocked, but David and Hazel looked just as stunned.

“That’s impossible! I gave birth to that brat!” Hazel shrieked.

Harrison’s voice stayed cold. “The hospital switched babies back then. The real Preston daughter died at three years old from a congenital heart defect. Gwen was adopted from an orphanage to replace her, so you could fraudulently claim the Preston grandmother’s inheritance.”

So that was what it was.

No wonder they never had any feelings for me. No wonder neither of them wanted me after the divorce. To them, I was just a tool to get the inheritance, and once they had the money, I became dead weight.

David slumped in his chair, his face ashen. Hazel shook her head frantically. “No… that’s not… that’s not how it was…”

The judge issued the ruling right there in the courtroom. All claims were dismissed, and because of suspected child abandonment and fraud, the case would be referred to the police for criminal investigation.

Walking out of the courthouse, the sunlight hit me hard. I looked at Harrison beside me,

“When did you find out?”

“From the beginning,” Harrison said casually. “I looked into your records and saw something was off, so I kept digging.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I thought it’d be too much for you.” He stopped walking and looked at me. “Now you’re actually an orphan. Does that hurt?”

I took a deep breath and looked up at the bright blue sky. “No. Honestly? I feel amazing.”

Without that fake blood relationship holding me back, I was finally free.

I was free, but something was off with Harrison. Ever since the lawsuit wrapped up, he’d been crazy busy. He’d disappear for days at a time, and the studio lights would burn all night long.