Ryan’s college years were typical—filled with friends, late-night study sessions, and a few parties.

But senior year, he dropped a bombshell: his girlfriend, Shelly, was pregnant.

Ryan’s a good kid—

kind, responsible, maybe a bit naive—so I suggested a DNA test just to be safe.

He agreed, and the results said he was the father.

He committed immediately, officially dating Shelly and preparing for fatherhood.

The first time I met Shelly, she confronted me over the test,

clearly offended. I tried to explain it was precautionary, but the damage was done. Our relationship stayed civil but cold. T

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