The Patent Betrayal: A Mother's Vengeance

Summary

While cleaning out my son's dorm room, I stumbled upon his blood donor card. The blood type listed was B.

But my husband and I are both Type O. It is biologically impossible for us to produce a child with Type B blood.

I confronted my husband with the card. Mark, usually so polite and measured, exploded in a sudden, violent rage.

"Our son is in college! What the hell is your problem? You're constantly paranoid! Are you going psychotic again?!"

I insisted on a DNA test.

He slapped me hard across the face, twice. He stormed out and deadbolted the front door from the outside, trapping me in…