The Test That Destroyed Us: A Lie That Cost Two Lives a Family

Chris’ parents never accepted his relationship with Amanda. When she announced her pregnancy at dinner, they accused her of cheating—because they’d just received shocking “medical results.” None of them realized that one lie would change their lives forever.

“I just want to get this over with,” Chris sighed as he stood before his parents’ door.

“They’re your parents, honey. We want them to finally accept me and come to our wedding, right?” Amanda said softly, squeezing his arm.

Chris exhaled. “I really don’t care anymore, Amanda. If they can’t accept the woman I love, I don’t want anything to do with them.”

“Please, honey. We have to make peace with them. They’re family. Don’t you want them in our children’s lives someday?” she insisted, smiling hopefully.

Chris’s jaw tightened, his lips barely moving. “Yeah… I guess.”

“OK! Cheer up. We’re in this together,” she said, hugging him.

When Mrs. Castillo opened the door, her polite smile was as stiff as ever. “Hello, Amanda. It’s nice to see you.”

Chris gritted his teeth. His parents had never warmed to Amanda. Years after they’d met, they still treated her like the girl who had “ruined their plans.”


Before Amanda

When Chris graduated college, his parents tried to pair him with Ciara Geoffrey—the daughter of a prominent local doctor. The Castillos cared deeply about appearances. To them, love mattered less than status.

But college had changed Chris. He met people from all walks of life and realized he didn’t want a life of dinner parties and shallow conversations. He wanted someone genuine.

He met Amanda by chance—literally bumping into her in a parking lot. She was smart, kind, and grounded. She worked hard as an executive assistant and had dreams bigger than money. He fell in love immediately.

The first dinner with his parents was a disaster.
“She’s an assistant,” his mother whispered urgently while Amanda went to the restroom. “Chris, you can do better. Ciara adores you.”
“Listen to your mother,” his father added. “Marry within your class.”
Chris slammed his napkin down. “You two need to stop. Ciara’s fake, and I don’t want her.”

Amanda sensed the tension, but she remained kind. She believed time would soften their hearts.

Dinner with a Secret

Amanda had one secret: she and Chris were trying for a baby. She dreamed that a grandchild might finally win over his parents.

That night at dinner, Chris sat tense. He was hiding a secret of his own—medical results he’d just received that had shaken him to his core.

“So, Amanda,” Mr. Castillo asked, “how’s work?”
“Great, actually. My boss is planning a big event and—”
“That’s fine,” he interrupted. “When are you quitting?”
“Excuse me?”
“To be a housewife,” he clarified coldly.

“I’m not quitting,” she replied, confused.

“She’s going to keep working, Dad,” Chris said, irritation creeping in.

“That’s fine. Amanda’s a modern woman,” Mrs. Castillo added with a thin smile.

Amanda forced a polite laugh, then took a deep breath. “Actually, speaking of the future… I have some news. I’m pregnant.”

The table fell silent. For Amanda, it was a moment of joy. For Chris’s parents—it was ammunition.

Then Mrs. Castillo exploded. “He’s infertile!”

Amanda froze. “What?”

Chris’s head snapped toward his mother. “Mom—”

“She’s lying! You cheated on my son and got pregnant to trap him!”

Amanda’s face drained of color. “That’s not true! We’ve been trying for months! What are you saying?”

Mr. Castillo stood, his voice icy. “Get out of our house. Now.”

“Chris, please!” Amanda cried as Mrs. Castillo grabbed her by the hair and dragged her toward the door. “Chris!”

But Chris sat motionless, staring at his plate. The door slammed behind Amanda’s sobs.

The Aftermath

Days later, Amanda returned home to find her fiancé gone. On the kitchen counter lay a note beside the medical papers.

Amanda’s heart broke. She hadn’t cheated. The doctor must have made a mistake. But every attempt to contact Chris failed. His parents blocked her number.

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