On the third day after giving birth to a pair of dragon-phoenix twins via cesarean section, my husband slammed a fee bill down: "Do a paternity test." Just because the children both had curly hair, he and his mother concluded I was unfaithful. His mother cursed me in the family group chat for giving birth to a wild spawn; my husband froze our bank accounts, dismissed the maternity matron, transferred 460,000 yuan, and forced me to recite a false statement. But the first report had long since proven the children were biologically his. Knowing the truth, he continued to condone the rumors and even used my mother to force me into a guilty plea. I gathered surveillance footage, audio recordings, and transfer records, using two cotton swabs to shatter six years of marriage and make them publicly apologize. What destroyed this home was not the test result, but the fact that the moment he picked up the cotton swab, he had already deemed me a sinner.