{"id":943,"date":"2024-11-20T05:20:42","date_gmt":"2024-11-20T05:20:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/?p=943"},"modified":"2024-11-20T05:20:44","modified_gmt":"2024-11-20T05:20:44","slug":"youre-a-liar-man-holds-his-newborn-granddaughter-for-the-first-time-and-instantly-points-at-his-dil","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/archives\/943","title":{"rendered":"\u2018You\u2019re a Liar!\u2019 \u2013 Man Holds His Newborn Granddaughter for the First Time and Instantly Points at His DIL"},"content":{"rendered":"<article class='\"page-content-single' small single>\n<div class='\"my-article\"'>\n<figure><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/24c8c1ff53fec5903010e20f398be94659b69cea7dfac04f4603260f176133db.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"Doctors' in a hospital source: shutterstock width='\"100%\"' height='\"auto\"' align='\"center\"'>\n<p class='\"img-des\"'>Doctors in a hospital\n\n<article class='\"my-article\"'>When John held his newborn son for the first time, joy filled the hospital room until his father made a shocking accusation against John\u2019s wife, Tina. Instantly, a moment meant for celebration unraveled into suspicion and heartbreak.The hallway outside the hospital room buzzed with excitement. John paced, rubbing his hands together, his eyes flicking from the closed door to the family members around him.\n<figure><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/fc9c12ce673d08667eee754222f26fae2d5e34235d6620aa1418f2e8aa04743c.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' nervous man source: pexels width='\"100%\"' height='\"auto\"' align='\"center\"'>\n<p class='\"img-des\"'>A nervous man\n</p><p>His parents, Ron and Linda, stood a few steps behind him, their eyes fixed on the door but with a subtle tension between them. Tina\u2019s parents, Annie and Mark, sat on the bench by the wall, chatting softly, excitement brightening their tired faces.\n</p><p>\u201cCalm down, John,\u201d Linda said with a gentle smile. She reached out, patting his arm. \u201cYou\u2019ll get to hold him soon enough.\u201d\n<figure><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/c6bc8b0e33ba1d2377296bf5173eb3913ce8a76ffe5c23b906d6f6337ff1ce69.png%5C%22" alt='\"An' elderly woman hugging a nervous man source: midjourney width='\"100%\"' height='\"auto\"' align='\"center\"'>\n<p class='\"img-des\"'>An elderly woman hugging a nervous man\n</p><p>\u201cI know, Mom, I just \u2014 I can\u2019t believe he\u2019s finally here!\u201d John replied, his face breaking into a grin. He looked around, his eyes wide with anticipation. \u201cTina\u2019s amazing. She\u2019s been so strong.\u201d\n</p><p>Ron shifted, crossing his arms as he watched his son. \u201cWe\u2019re proud of her too,\u201d he said, his tone even but careful. He exchanged a glance with Linda, who nodded but kept her expression neutral.\n<figure><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/02654d70cbb7bb013f2cdc2094d6adf78d1004a42dd219aace576f8b84478139.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' proud man source: freepik width='\"100%\"' height='\"auto\"' align='\"center\"'>\n<p class='\"img-des\"'>A proud man\n</p><p>\u201cDon\u2019t worry, son,\u201d Ron added with a slight frown. \u201cJust make sure you know what you\u2019re doing now that there\u2019s three of you.\u201d\n</p><p>John laughed a little nervously. \u201cI think I\u2019ve got this, Dad.\u201d He grinned at his father, though the older man\u2019s expression remained unreadable.\n</p><p>Mark, Tina\u2019s father, chuckled from the bench. \u201cThat\u2019s right, John,\u201d he said warmly. \u201cNew life \u2014 nothing like it. It changes everything.\u201d\n<figure><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/8d78af2a93194e43d61b549770103ddbe1f1f0f7131e993b4994cd4a263b41aa.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' proud man on a hospital bench source: midjourney width='\"100%\"' height='\"auto\"' align='\"center\"'>\n<p class='\"img-des\"'>A proud man on a hospital bench\n</p><p>Linda nodded but didn\u2019t smile. \u201cTrue. Responsibility isn\u2019t easy, not with a family business, either.\u201d\n</p><p>John looked at his mother, hesitating, but before he could reply, the nurse stepped out, smiling.\n</p><p>\u201cAll right,\u201d she said. \u201cYou can go in now, but be gentle. She\u2019s tired.\u201d She held the door open, and everyone filed in, quieting as they entered the softly lit room.\n<figure><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/81ed1931d92c0bfc1e10eae8096cdbc9d63bfed068a3c80196ecb16dab331555.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' nurse writing source: pexels width='\"100%\"' height='\"auto\"' align='\"center\"'>\n<p class='\"img-des\"'>A nurse writing\n</p><p>As they stepped inside, Tina lay propped against the pillows, her face pale but glowing with happiness. Her hair was pulled back, and she cradled the tiny bundle in her arms. John\u2019s face softened instantly, and he rushed to her side, his eyes fixed on the baby.\n</p><p>\u201cOh, Tina,\u201d he whispered, reaching out to touch the baby\u2019s cheek. \u201cHe\u2019s perfect.\u201d He looked at her, his eyes shining. \u201cI don\u2019t know how you did it.\u201d\n<figure><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/c1e31c76f66a993f57fab9bf84bacc098b363699b3abc59849827582aec1a14b.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' father holding his newborn source: pexels width='\"100%\"' height='\"auto\"' align='\"center\"'>\n<p class='\"img-des\"'>A father holding his newborn\n</p><p>Tina laughed softly, though her exhaustion showed in her eyes. \u201cI had help,\u201d she murmured, smiling at him. \u201cHere. Hold him.\u201d\n</p><p>She gently placed the baby in John\u2019s arms, and he held his son for the first time, his face filling with wonder. \u201cI\u2026 I\u2019m so lucky,\u201d he said, barely able to get the words out.\n</p><p>Linda and Ron moved closer. \u201cLet me hold him, John,\u201d Linda said softly, her voice touched with a rare warmth. She reached for the baby, her eyes softening as she cradled him in her arms.\n<figure><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/1b1c0bf4e293d520d8269fffecdcebe4c5a33e63d49032ee65f08cc9ff42621e.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"Grandmother' holding a baby source: pexels width='\"100%\"' height='\"auto\"' align='\"center\"'>\n<p class='\"img-des\"'>Grandmother holding a baby\n</p><p>\u201cSweet little boy,\u201d she cooed, her expression growing tender. \u201cJust beautiful.\u201d\n</p><p>After a few moments, she handed the baby to Tina\u2019s mother, Annie, who immediately teared up. \u201cOh, my dear girl,\u201d she said to Tina. \u201cHe\u2019s perfect. Just perfect.\u201d\n</p><p>Then, the grandfather took his turn. But as soon as he looked down at the baby, his eyes widened, fixated.\n<figure><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/4b8b747ffda4bea0e5c98647572d49bc312ffa59b3be65b41e5f6ceec9f34cbe.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' shocked middle-aged man source: freepik width='\"100%\"' height='\"auto\"' align='\"center\"'>\n<p class='\"img-des\"'>A shocked middle-aged man\n</p><p>\u201cLIAR!\u201d he suddenly shouted. Linda rushed over, took one more look at the baby, and then glared at her daughter-in-law.\n</p><p>\u201cWe\u2019re doing a DNA test. Right now,\u201d she demanded.\n</p><p>Ron\u2019s eyes darkened. He looked at Tina, who was watching him with a weak smile. \u201cThat birthmark,\u201d he said, his tone clipped.\n<figure><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/1bf99e691274215167c0e5d503a3f8c41eb4f8645c47d7fd590fc4e286710415.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"An' angry middle-aged man source: freepik width='\"100%\"' height='\"auto\"' align='\"center\"'>\n<p class='\"img-des\"'>An angry middle-aged man\n</p><p>Tina blinked, confused. \u201cWhat\u2026 what do you mean?\u201d\n</p><p>Ron straightened, holding the baby out as if the tiny boy himself were somehow responsible. \u201cThat mark,\u201d he said, louder now. \u201cThe same one that\u2019s on Jimmy\u2019s boy.\u201d\n</p><p>The room went silent. Tina\u2019s smile faded as she stared at him. \u201cI don\u2019t understand,\u201d she said, her voice trembling.\n<figure><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/18dcc9996389ed1e42d00d62635836fedc741c56ca831edf78d38f44c106ca40.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' confused woman in a maternity ward source: midjourney width='\"100%\"' height='\"auto\"' align='\"center\"'>\n<p class='\"img-des\"'>A confused woman in a maternity ward | Source: Midjourney\n</p><p>\u201cYou know exactly what I mean,\u201d Ron snapped, his face reddening. \u201cDon\u2019t pretend. The boy has the exact same birthmark as our neighbor\u2019s son. The boy who\u2019s always hanging around. The one you\u2019ve known since high school.\u201d\n</p><p>The entire room froze. John looked between his father and his wife, his face pale. \u201cDad, what are you talking about?\u201d he asked, his voice shaking.\n</p><p>\u201cLook at that mark, John,\u201d Ron said, his tone harsh. \u201cYou\u2019re telling me it\u2019s a coincidence?\u201d\n<figure><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/cb37f4a45635d86d181581422736fad36e5b1fdb3de27b5412fb737a62612af8.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' middle-aged man holding a fist source: freepik width='\"100%\"' height='\"auto\"' align='\"center\"'>\n<p class='\"img-des\"'>A middle-aged man holding a fist\n</p><p>Tina shook her head, her face going pale. \u201cThis is ridiculous,\u201d she whispered. \u201cThat mark means nothing. He\u2019s your grandson!\u201d\n</p><p>Ron glared, unmoved. \u201cI\u2019m not so sure about that. We\u2019re doing a DNA test. Right now.\u201d\n</p><p>Linda looked at her son, her mouth tightening. \u201cJohn, honey, this isn\u2019t something we can ignore.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cMom?\u201d John looked between his parents, his face crumbling as he held Tina\u2019s gaze.\n<figure><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/8e8c66a1711f986d5a0c9c475130f583ba7953c2e59866c4a955f42fab04d320.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' shocked scared young man source: freepik width='\"100%\"' height='\"auto\"' align='\"center\"'>\n<p class='\"img-des\"'>A shocked scared young man | Source: Freepik\n</p><p>Tina\u2019s voice was small but steady. \u201cJohn, please. Tell them they\u2019re wrong.\u201d\n</p><p>Despite Tina\u2019s tearful protests, Ron wouldn\u2019t relent. He had demanded a DNA test, and John, feeling pressure from both sides, finally gave a reluctant nod.\n</p><p>\u201cTina,\u201d he said softly, barely able to meet her eyes, \u201cif we do this, we can put it all to rest. Right?\u201d\n</p><p>Tina looked stricken. \u201cYou can\u2019t believe this, John. After everything\u2014\u201d\n<figure><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/64a01760d49de6d8335cf5865fbdbbd4bddcea0acf3d76954a7685c4d6c83045.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' shocked woman in maternity ward source: midjourney width='\"100%\"' height='\"auto\"' align='\"center\"'>\n<p class='\"img-des\"'>A shocked woman in maternity ward\n</p><p>\u201cI need\u2026 I just need to be sure, okay?\u201d John\u2019s voice cracked, betraying the hurt and confusion he struggled to contain.\n</p><p>With the decision made, Ron immediately called to arrange the test. Tina was devastated, glancing at John for support, but his conflicted gaze only deepened her despair.\n</p><p>Over the next few days, silence hung heavy between John and Tina.\n<figure><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/77b2ff476aac12f3ce83869fa7b6b24a7a60a5baec9583289623256e3f7f4338.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' couple in an argument source: pexels width='\"100%\"' height='\"auto\"' align='\"center\"'>\n<p class='\"img-des\"'>A couple in an argument\n</p><p>In the quiet of their home, the waiting gnawed at both of them, and every hour that passed seemed to erode the fragile bond they\u2019d shared.\n</p><p>John withdrew into himself, his mind racing through memories, doubting everything he thought he knew. Tina\u2019s tear-streaked face haunted him, yet his father\u2019s words echoed louder, seeding doubt.\n</p><p>Tina couldn\u2019t understand it. She paced the house, pleading with John, her voice a mixture of anger and heartbreak. \u201cJohn, please, you have to believe me. I swear to you, he\u2019s your son!\u201d\n<figure><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/3298554e9ffaf74ab09a4326d0cfed43abf22181006947502f5b70deafa09b82.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' crying woman source: pexels width='\"100%\"' height='\"auto\"' align='\"center\"'>\n<p class='\"img-des\"'>A crying woman\n</p><p>John would look away, his face clouded. \u201cIf there\u2019s nothing to hide, then the test will clear everything up.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cYou shouldn\u2019t even need a test!\u201d she cried, the desperation plain in her voice. \u201cI thought you knew me better than this.\u201d\n</p><p>But each attempt she made to reach him only seemed to push him further away. On the outside, John wore a mask of calm, but inside, he was a storm, torn between the woman he loved and the family he\u2019d always trusted.\n<figure><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/d0ff4e4bcce2be9a2de1db611dd55f78f986315c71feb99838fcd290bbafdbe4.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' sad man covering his face with hands source: pexels width='\"100%\"' height='\"auto\"' align='\"center\"'>\n<p class='\"img-des\"'>A sad man covering his face with his hands\n</p><p>Ron tore open the envelope with a grim look, and his eyes scanned the paper, expressionless at first. Then, slowly, a flicker of satisfaction crossed his face. \u201cI was right,\u201d he said, his voice cold. He handed the paper to John, who read it, his hand trembling as he took in the words that confirmed his father\u2019s worst suspicions.\n<figure><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/8173853f4399975d698b311df2f2e1b0f74546c006a90acb750d8a561ec878d9.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"Documents' in an envelope source: freepik width='\"100%\"' height='\"auto\"' align='\"center\"'>\n<p class='\"img-des\"'>Documents in an envelope\n</p><p>\u201cNo\u2026\u201d John whispered, his face ashen. He looked at Tina, who was staring at him, her mouth open, frozen in shock.\n</p><p>The baby was not John\u2019s.\n</p><p>Tina shook her head violently, moving closer to him. \u201cThis has to be a mistake, John! You know it has to be! I don\u2019t understand\u2014\u201d She was practically begging, clutching his arm, but John pulled away, a look of disbelief mingling with hurt.\n<figure><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/c503629340dedc14198897415f86093cb93f7ed6896d19ac2b5b6d741d9f234d.png%5C%22" alt='\"A' crying woman in her living room source: midjourney width='\"100%\"' height='\"auto\"' align='\"center\"'>\n<p class='\"img-des\"'>A crying woman in her living room\n</p><p>\u201cWhy, Tina?\u201d His voice was a raw whisper, his face twisted with pain. \u201cWhy would you do this to us?\u201d\n</p><p>Tina dropped to her knees, sobbing. \u201cI didn\u2019t\u2026 I swear, John, I didn\u2019t do anything. I don\u2019t know how\u2026 Please, you have to believe me!\u201d\n<figure><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/30e0cba92ed39165cdcd326f3c69f0e4e841a5f2d98ef1184dd0be3e8f8e7793.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' hurt sad man source: pexels width='\"100%\"' height='\"auto\"' align='\"center\"'>\n<p class='\"img-des\"'>A hurt sad man\n</p><p>John shook his head, his eyes filling with tears. \u201cThe proof is right there, Tina.\u201d He looked away, his face etched with betrayal. His parents stood nearby, firm and unforgiving, with his mother adding, \u201cYou should leave, Tina. You can\u2019t stay here after this.\u201d\n</p><p>\u201cBut I love you, John! I love you more than anything,\u201d Tina cried, her voice breaking.\n</p><p>Ron stepped forward, his expression hard. \u201cOur family can\u2019t afford betrayal, Tina. You need to go.\u201d\n<figure><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/5ae521738d816c8d744b33d3b0548ee9a86a5368f39bdbb99368c1f0d66cc45e.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"An' angry middle-aged man source: pexels width='\"100%\"' height='\"auto\"' align='\"center\"'>\n<p class='\"img-des\"'>An angry middle-aged man\n</p><p>John\u2019s face was a mix of devastation and confusion, but he stayed silent as his mother gently guided him away. His silence cut deeper than any words.\n</p><p>Tina packed her things in silence, her mind numb as she moved through the house that had once felt like home. Every photo and every piece of furniture seemed to remind her of the life she had now lost.\n</p><p>Her parents arrived to help, their faces drawn with sadness and quiet anger. They didn\u2019t say much but stayed close by her side, supporting her through her quiet grief.\n<figure><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/9d6a2b4a5c245899d4e05fa403f99c2307984e24b5a3c1ce3fe8a39c29bdd96b.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' woman packing her things source: pexels width='\"100%\"' height='\"auto\"' align='\"center\"'>\n<p class='\"img-des\"'>A woman packing her things\n</p><p>Once everything was packed, Tina took one last look around, her heart breaking as she imagined her life here, with John and their baby. She couldn\u2019t understand how it had all fallen apart. The baby slept peacefully in her arms, unaware of the turmoil surrounding him.\n</p><p>In the months that followed, John threw himself into work, spending long hours at the office to avoid the empty house and the memories of his shattered marriage. Friends tried to cheer him up, but he remained distant, haunted by what he saw as a betrayal he could never forgive.\n<figure><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/88b9751073cbfaff0fcc1f127990ce7fd5b16241319a6e82d78c3c56dfd117b3.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' thoughtful man alone source: pexels width='\"100%\"' height='\"auto\"' align='\"center\"'>\n<p class='\"img-des\"'>A thoughtful man alone\n</p><p>Tina moved back in with her parents, who welcomed her with open arms. She focused on raising her son, determined to build a life for them both. Though the pain lingered, she began to find strength in herself, slowly adjusting to life as a single mother.\n</p><p>Yet, for both of them, the scars remained proof of love once given and trust forever broken.\n<figure><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/f2cb2440f0bc7392c9489b7d1688e5fd17197c5370de1691deca667d6d91df0e.png%5C%22" alt='\"Young' man and woman sitting with their backs to each other source: midjourney width='\"100%\"' height='\"auto\"' align='\"center\"'>\n<p class='\"img-des\"'>Young man and woman sitting with their backs to each other\n</p><p>Liked this story? Consider checking out<br>\n<a href="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/updatetime.store%5C/%5C%22"><br>\n<br>\n: Katie\u2019s world is turned upside down by a frantic call from her dying uncle. On the call, he promises to reveal a secret her mother has hidden for years. Now, Katie must unravel the mystery that threatens to change everything she knows.\n<p><i><br>\nThis work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.<br>\n\n</i></p><p><i><br>\nThe author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided \u201cas is,\u201d and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"</i></p><p>Doctors in a hospital When John held his newborn son for the first time, joy filled the hospital room until his father made a shocking accusation against John\u2019s wife, Tina. 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