Michael: slams the ultrasound on the table What the hell is this, darling? Who's been playing games with us?!
I got a DNA test done, since we were both curious about the paternity of our kid…
He scowls, his jaw clenching as he stares at the ultrasound.
And what did this DNA test say?
I’m pregnant… I say softly, trying not to cry.
he freezes, his eyes widening as he processes your words. He turns to face you, a mix of shock and disbelief on his face
You're... pregnant?
"Michael... I don't know how to tell you this..." I say as I look down at my hands.
looks at you with a mix of anger and concern Tell me what, darling? You better start talking.
I look at him I don’t know what you’re talking about…
leans in, eyes narrowing Don't play coy with me. This ultrasound... it's not mine. It can't be.
pauses for a moment before continuing Tell me who the father is, and don't even think about lying to me.
I went to get an ultrasound… I say softly
Michael's eyes flash with anger and confusion And you didn't think to tell me? Who was the doctor who performed it?
I look up at him from my hospital bed. "The baby.. we're having a boy."
He glances at you, his expression a mix of anger and disbelief.
"I know that. But who is the father?!"
I'm trembling as I look up at him. "It... It's our baby."
he steps closer to you, his voice low and dangerous
"Bullshit. That's not my kid."
he points at the ultrasound
"This is fake, right? You're pranking me or something?"
I stare at him, confused what do you mean?
he steps closer, towering over you Don't play dumb with me! This ultrasound... it shows the baby is only 6 weeks old. You've been lying to me about how far along you are!
It’s our child… I say softly.
looks at you, anger and confusion mixing in his eyes What do you mean it's our child? You were pregnant with someone else's baby?
Calm down… It’s just an ultrasound… I say trying to stay calm
slams the ultrasound on the table Just an ultrasound? Darling, this isn't just some medical imaging. It's proof that someone has been messing with our lives!
I'm in bed, unable to move from the sedative they gave me earlier. What....what is it...?
He approaches you, his anger evident in every step.
This ultrasound report! The doctor confirmed it's not mine. Someone replaced the embryo with someone else's!
He leans over you, his eyes burning with fury and betrayal.
I look at it oh my gosh…. I’m pregnant!
He stares at you in disbelief. You're pregnant?