“When Bethany asked Jayden if the baby was truly his… the room went silent.”

 “When Bethany asked Jayden if the baby was truly his… the room went silent.”

The room had been full just seconds ago.

Voices overlapped, chairs scraped softly against the floor, and nervous laughter tried to fill the tension that had followed them for weeks. Kailee sat quietly, her hands resting protectively over her stomach, her eyes flicking toward Jayden every few seconds as if searching for reassurance. Jayden stood close to her, his posture stiff, his mind racing—but he kept telling himself everything would be okay.

Then Bethany spoke.

“Jayden,” she said, her voice calm but sharp enough to cut through the noise, “are you sure this baby is really yours?”

Silence slammed into the room.

Every sound died instantly—no whispers, no movement, no breathing that anyone dared notice. It was as if the air itself froze. Jayden felt his chest tighten, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. He turned slowly toward Bethany, his eyes wide, stunned by what she had just said.

“What?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Kailee’s head snapped up. Her face drained of color as she looked from Bethany to Jayden, confusion and fear colliding in her eyes. “Why would you even ask that?” she said, her voice trembling.

Bethany folded her arms, pretending innocence. “I’m just asking a question,” she replied. “People deserve the truth before they make lifelong decisions.”

Jayden swallowed hard. He felt every eye in the room on him now—judging, questioning, waiting. His mind replayed moments he had tried to ignore: the missed calls, the arguments, the distance he and Kailee had struggled through. Doubt crept in where confidence once lived, and he hated Bethany for planting it.

“Of course it’s mine,” Jayden said, but even he heard the hesitation in his own voice.

Kailee felt it too.

Her heart cracked at the sound of that pause. “Jayden…” she whispered. “You don’t believe me?”

He turned to her immediately. “No—Kailee—that’s not what I mean. I just—this isn’t fair.”

Bethany’s lips tightened into a faint, almost satisfied smile. “If there’s nothing to hide,” she said, “then there’s nothing to be upset about.”

That was when Jayden snapped.

“This is my family,” he said firmly, stepping closer to Kailee. “And you don’t get to tear it apart with rumors and questions.”

Kailee’s eyes filled with tears, but she stood tall. “I never gave you a reason to doubt me,” she said softly. “And I won’t beg you to trust me.”

The silence returned—heavier than before.

Bethany realized too late that her question had done more than stir drama. It had exposed fractures, forced truths into the open, and changed the way everyone in that room would look at each other forever.

Jayden reached for Kailee’s hand, gripping it tightly. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I should’ve shut this down the second she opened her mouth.”

But the damage was already done.

Because sometimes, it only takes one question to shake love, trust, and certainty—and once doubt enters the room, it never leaves quietly.

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