Uma mulher se abriu no Reddit sobre seu marido ter feito um teste de paternidade. Os resultados mostraram que ele não era o pai de sua filha.
A mulher alegou que nunca havia traído o marido, mas os resultados sugeriram o contrário.
Logo, ela fez alguns testes e descobriu uma verdade chocante que virou seu mundo de cabeça para baixo.
Uma mulher de 29 anos postou uma consulta única no Reddit sobre um problema que estava enfrentando. Antes de discutir o que havia acontecido, a mulher compartilhou que estava com o marido desde a faculdade e o amava muito.
Ela tinha uma filha de 5 anos com ele, e tudo estava indo muito bem até que o homem de 31 anos fez um teste de paternidade. Seu comportamento em relação à esposa e à filha mudou após obter resultados negativos no teste.
Ao receber os resultados do teste, a mulher ficou tão chocada quanto o marido, porque ela nunca o havia traído. Ela não conseguia entender por que os resultados diziam que a menina não era filha dele.
“Não há outro pai em potencial para nossa filha. Já éramos casados e ativamente tentando ter um bebê. Eu nunca traí, eu nunca trairia”, disse a mulher em sua publicação no Reddit, afirmando que ela tinha dormido com dois homens antes de namorar seu marido.
A Redditor disse que seu marido ficou distante depois que viu os resultados. Ele começou a passar mais tempo no trabalho e não falava com ela tanto quanto antes. Ele também disse a ela que fez o teste porque se sentiu desconfiado, sabendo que sua filha tinha olhos castanhos enquanto os olhos do casal eram azuis.
O homem queria que sua esposa saísse de casa, mas ele logo se acalmou e concordou em discutir o assunto. Depois de algumas discussões, o casal decidiu fazer alguns testes para esclarecer toda a confusão. Mal sabiam eles que isso os levaria a outra verdade chocante.
O que aconteceu depois que a mulher fez alguns testes?
Depois de algumas discussões, a mulher convenceu o marido de que faria alguns testes para provar sua inocência. Nesse ponto, o homem disse que não a expulsaria de casa, mas perderia a paciência se os resultados provassem que ela era culpada de traição.
Entre os testes que ela havia planejado, a mulher, seu marido e sua filha fizeram um teste de paternidade de sangue, o que os levou a um novo fato. Os resultados provaram que eles não eram os pais biológicos de sua filha. A mulher revelou que a verdade sobre sua filha havia virado seu mundo de cabeça para baixo, dizendo:
“Não sei como isso aconteceu, mas um policial veio à nossa casa e pegou nossos depoimentos, e estamos processando o hospital onde dei à luz.”
A mulher sentiu-se aterrorizada ao pensar em sua filha biológica. Ela sentiu-se preocupada ao pensar em onde estaria, e o que mais a assustou foi o pensamento do que aconteceria depois que encontrasse sua filha biológica.
Como uma mãe protetora, a mulher não queria que sua filha de 5 anos soubesse que ela não era filha deles porque isso arruinaria sua infância. Além disso, a menina poderia contar para seus amigos e para a escola, e todos fofocariam sobre ela. A mulher disse: “Não sei o que fiz para merecer isso.”
O que o casal fez depois de descobrir a verdade?
Algumas semanas depois, a mulher escreveu outra postagem no Reddit para atualizar as pessoas sobre a situação. Antes de compartilhar a atualização, ela disse que sua história ganhou muita atenção depois que muitos YouTubers a compartilharam.
“Encontramos nossa filha biológica. Ela estava em um orfanato”, revelou a mulher em sua publicação. Ela compartilhou que uma família havia tirado sua filha do hospital, mas as autoridades a levaram embora depois de descobrirem que ela não era sua filha biológica.
Desde então, a menina viveu em um orfanato. A mulher disse que se sentia péssima pela família, mas estava feliz que sua filha estava segura. O casal imediatamente solicitou adoção e processou o hospital por negligência. A mulher revelou que recebeu cerca de US$ 2 milhões como dinheiro do acordo.
“Explicamos à nossa filha que a irmã dela vai ficar conosco e que ainda a amamos muito”, afirmou a mulher. Ela e o marido planejavam se mudar para outra cidade para começar do zero com suas duas filhas.
Aqui está outra história sobre uma mulher que estava preocupada que a filha de seu filho não se parecesse em nada com ele, então ela secretamente fez um teste de DNA nelas.
Neighborhood Drama: My Mom’s Garden, the Thieves, and My Daring Revenge
Equipped with dash cam footage and a creative streak, Amber made a funny poster known as the “wall of shame” to deter her mother’s garden thieves. Although Amber’s audacious retaliation became the talk of the town, not everyone thought her billboard was funny.
There are benefits to residing in a charming suburban community in Texas. The light always seems to be shining just perfectly, the air smells like freshly cut grass, and the gardens—oh, the gardens—are breathtaking. The jewel in our street’s crown was my mother’s garden.
She put everything she had into it—planting every plant, tending to every flower, and painstakingly placing each garden accent. However, her joy and pride had recently been the object of some extremely thoughtless, sticky-fingered neighbors.
By the way, my name is Amber, and this is my story about why I chose to take revenge on my mother’s garden.
Small-scale thefts were initially committed. One day a garden gnome went gone, the next a potted plant vanished. Mom initially believed she was going insane.
“Perhaps I lost it,” she would murmur, her brow twisted in perplexity.
But then, over night, whole plant bulbs began to disappear. The most detrimental aspect? Her beloved tulips, which she had spent years honing, were there. Mom was heartbroken, and I was enraged.
The robbers even started carting stolen Mom’s garden statuary! One of the stolen gnomes was her favorite, a little ceramic elf with a mischievous grin that seemed to bring the garden to life.
And the plants, oh, the plants! Whole flowerbeds tramped over, roses stripped of their petals, young saplings removed and allowed to wither.
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It was more than just annoying.
One morning at breakfast, I said, “There has to be someone nearby.” “Who else would sneak around our garden in the middle of the night?”
With misted eyes, Mom sighed. “Amber, I simply do not understand. Why would someone act in this manner?
“I’ll find out,” I said, resolutely fixed in my jaw. “And when I do, they’ll regret ever messing with your garden.”
At first, I had no idea how I would apprehend these plant robbers, but then it dawned on me: the dash cam.
My vehicle was facing Mom’s garden when it was parked in the driveway. I configured it to continuously record in the hopes of apprehending the offenders.
I watched the video a week later. Bingo!
There they were, several of our nosy neighbors, slipping into the garden under the cover of darkness. They dug, plucked, and stole one by one. It made my blood boil to watch them.
I recognized several of them immediately.
There was Mr. Green from across the street, who I’d once caught staring at Mom’s roses; there was Mrs. Parker from two doors down, who was always chatting up everyone about their business; and there were even the Watson twins, who were known for getting into trouble.
It resembled a blatant parade that was taking place in our own backyard.
However, then a thought emerged. I would give them a stage if they wanted to create a show out of themselves.
Over the next three days, I worked on creating a poster that would deter any would-be burglar.
It had sharp pictures of our petty neighbors with clever captions underneath each one.
“Mr. Potato Head” gave a shy smile while he picked up a garden gnome. “Petal Pilferer” held a bunch of her mother’s tulips as if it were a prize. The pièce de résistance, of course, is “Pothead” hoisting a potted fern.
And my masterpiece’s title? “Go Away Without Us! Stealing makes you appear like a real sap, so avoid becoming a garden thief!”
It was priceless to see Mom’s response when she saw the poster
Amber laughed so hard she almost sobbed, saying, “Amber, this is brilliant!” “Let’s put it up right away.”
The poster was prominently displayed in our front yard for everyone to see. And wow, was it noticed by many?
Our front yard was a tourist destination by the next morning. Soon, the entire neighborhood was bustling as cars slowed down and pedestrians paused to take pictures and stare.
Reactions were varied and quick
While some of our neighbors smiled and praised our inventiveness, others ran past, clearly embarrassed and afraid they would be up next on our wall of shame. It was everything I hoped for and more.
I was inside, having my morning coffee, when I observed a group of kids snapping photos in front of the billboard. I couldn’t resist grinning. “Well, Mom, I think we’ve made quite the impression.”
Mom’s eyes glistened with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement as she peered out the window. “All right. Now perhaps they will reconsider before tampering with my garden.”
A knock on the door cut short our conversation just then. When I opened it, there was a cameraman accompanying a youthful, enthusiastic reporter who was holding a microphone.
“Hello, this is Julie from News Channel 5. We would be delighted to discuss your… innovative strategy for combating garden thieves with you.”
Mom and I looked at each other.
I said, “Sure, come on in,” and moved aside to make room for them.
For the next thirty minutes, we talked about the dash cam footage, the thefts, and our choice to hang the poster.
I could see the reporter savoring it, and Mom’s love for her garden was evident
Julie grinned at us as they gathered up their gear. This has the makings of a fantastic tale. I appreciate your time.
The altercations started soon after the news crew left. First up was Mr. Thompson, father of the teenage boy caught red-handed. He stormed up our driveway, his face as red as a tomato.
“How dare you embarrass my son like this!” he shouted, waving his finger in my face. “He was just trying to bring flowers to his sick girlfriend!”
I crossed my arms, unimpressed. “Really, Mr. Thompson? At midnight? From my mom’s garden? Does he have a problem with knocking on the door to ask if he can have flowers?”
He snarled something unpleasant under his breath before turning on his heel and stomping off.
I laughed, shaking my head. “Well, that went well.”
The next confrontation was a bit more pathetic.
Mr. Jenkins, an older man with a perpetually worried expression, shuffled up to our porch holding a plant cutting. He avoided eye contact while he spoke.
“I, uh, think my wife took this by mistake,” he murmured. “She’s on the town’s board of directors, you know. Can we keep this between us?”
Mom’s mischievous eyes twinkled. “Tell her to make like a bee and buzz off.”
Word got around like wildfire. Some neighbors thought the poster was brilliant, a long-overdue stand against petty theft.
Others thought we’d gone too far, turning what should’ve been a private matter into a public spectacle. At the town meeting that evening, opinions were split right down the middle.
“I think it’s great that someone finally did something about it!” As she spoke, Mrs. Collins clapped her hands. “People should respect other people’s property!”
“But it’s humiliating!” Mr. Perez got into a dispute. “You’re turning the neighborhood into a circus!”
Mom and I stayed put during the spirited arguments.
When the neighbors threatened lawsuits, we reminded them that we could also sue for theft and trespassing. That shut them up pretty quickly.
Back home, Mom and I settled into our usual evening routine. She tended to her newly flourishing garden while I kept an eye on the front yard, still bustling with activity.
A couple of college kids were taking a video in front of the poster, narrating the whole saga for their followers.
“Looks like we’ve gone viral,” I remarked, swiping through my phone. “We’re all over social media.”
Mom smiled, her eyes softening. “All right. Maybe now they’ll think twice before messing with anyone’s garden.”
In the weeks that followed, the thefts stopped completely. Mom’s garden started to grow like crazy. The grass turned greener, fresh flowers opened, and even the garden gnomes appeared to smile a little more broadly.
The poster remained up, serving as a daily reminder to appreciate the labor and assets of others.
The poster quickly became the stuff of local legend.
Visitors from nearby communities stopped by merely to take pictures and exchange anecdotes. It came to represent the tenacity of the community and the value of standing up for what is right.
Mom turned to face me one evening while we were enjoying the cool Texas breeze on the porch. Her eyes were beaming with pride.
“Without you, Amber, I couldn’t have completed this. I appreciate you defending my garden and me.”
I grinned as a wave of warmth passed through my chest. “What can I do for you, Mom? Anything at all for you.”
And as the sun descended on our idyllic suburban neighborhood, I realized that we had strengthened our bonds as a community in addition to safeguarding Mom’s garden.
Because in the end, it wasn’t just about the flowers or the gnomes. It was about respect, resilience, and the power of standing up for what’s right.
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