Sebastian’s POV
I find myself replaying the events of the other day over and over in my mind, still in disbelief at CeCe's behavior.
Especially when it came to getting the DNA test done on the baby. She adamantly insists that I'm the father, despite all my denials. Deep down, I know the truth:
I'm not the father. It feels like a cruel twist of fate having to endure all this drama and confusion just because of her stubborn claims. It’s frustrating, but in a way, it feels like the natural consequence of her own doing.
During the ordeal, I should have felt some sort of remorse when we had to restrain her to collect the sample. But instead, all I felt was a pressing desire to have this tangled mess out of my life.
I desperately want my wife, Shelly, and my sons back with me. But that's a
