Ethan’s pov
As I watched Mia and the child she claimed to be our son, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. I started monitoring her every move, hoping to find some evidence that would prove that the child wasn't mine.
One day, as we were sitting in the living room, I decided to act distant towards the child. Mia looked at me with concern. "What's wrong?" she asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Nothing. I'm just tired."
Mia looked at me suspiciously, but didn't say anything. I continued to act distant towards the child, hoping to provoke a reaction from Mia.
However, nothing seemed to be working. Mia remained calm and collected. I knew I needed more concrete proof, so I arranged for a DNA test.
One evening, I came back from work and found Mia in the kitchen making din
