I Was Literally Dragged From My Barista Job To Witness My Secret Child’s Birth. The Mother Targeted Me While I Was Blackout Drunk Because Her Boyfriend Is Infertile. How Is This Legal?

That baby might be genetically connected to me and I felt absolutely nothing looking at it.

The two weeks waiting for results were awful.

Every morning I woke up and checked my phone hoping for an email from Quentyn.

Every day there was nothing.

My mom had me come over to help her repaint her kitchen but I kept messing up because I couldn’t focus.

She’d ask me to hand her the roller and I’d just stand there staring at nothing.

My brain was stuck playing out every possible outcome.

What if the test came back positive?

What if I really was the father?

What if I had to pay support for 18 years?

What if people kept harassing me forever?

I couldn’t shut my thoughts off.

One night I couldn’t sleep so I started googling Lana’s name.

I found her Facebook and Instagram but they were private.

Then I tried adding fertility forum names to the search.

That’s when I found her posts on a trying to conceive message board.

She’d been active for over a year.

Posts about Paul’s infertility posts about wanting a baby desperately posts asking others how they’d dealt with similar situations.

I called Quentyn the next morning and he helped me archive everything.

We found posts from 8 months ago where she talked about Paul’s test results confirming he couldn’t have kids.

Posts from 7 months ago discussing options.

One post from 7 months ago made my stomach turn.

She wrote that her boyfriend couldn’t give her a baby and asked if anyone had considered alternative options.

Another user responded suggesting she could find a one night stand at a party and her boyfriend would never have to know.

Lana’s response was just a thinking emoji.

The timeline matched exactly 7 months ago right before that party where I blacked out.

I ran to the bathroom and threw up.

This wasn’t an accident.

She’d planned this.

She’d gone to that party specifically looking for someone to use.

I was just some random guy she’d picked because I was drunk enough not to remember.

Quentyn said this evidence was huge for our case.

It proved intent and premeditation.

It showed this was reproductive fraud not just an unexpected pregnancy.

But knowing the truth just made everything feel more violating.

I hadn’t just been used I’d been hunted.

Quentyn spent the next two days building our case around those forum posts.

He printed everything and organized it into a timeline showing Lana’s planning.

She’d posted about Paul’s test results in March.

She’d asked about alternative options in April.

The party where I blacked out happened in May.

Quentyn explained this proved intent to deceive.

He said

“Judges consider circumstances of conception when setting support amounts If we could show I was deliberately targeted without my knowledge or agreement then my financial responsibility might be reduced.”

The evidence made me feel slightly less crazy but also more violated knowing she’d actually planned it.

My first therapy session happened 3 days after finding the posts.

The therapist was older with gray hair and asked me to explain what brought me in.

I told her about the party the blackout Lana’s admission at the hospital.

She listened without judging and then said something that stuck with me.

She explained

“Reproductive autonomy means having control over if and when you become a parent.”

She said

“What happened to me was a violation of that autonomy regardless of my gender Society doesn’t usually recognize men as victims in pregnancy situations but that doesn’t make the trauma less real.”

Hearing those words from a professional made something loosen in my chest.

I wasn’t overreacting I wasn’t being dramatic.

What Lana did actually mattered.

The sessions became weekly and each one helped me process a different piece of the nightmare.

One week about the message from Paul that appeared in my Instagram requests.

His profile picture showed him on a boat holding a fishing rod.

The message was short asking if we could talk without lawyers or family around.

I stared at my phone for 10 minutes trying to figure out his angle.

Was this a trap?

Did Lana send him to manipulate me?

I screenshot the message and sent it to Quentyn who called me immediately.

He said it was my choice but advised caution.

Paul might be gathering information for Lana’s side but something in the message felt genuine.

I wrote back saying we could meet at the public park near the library.

Paul responded within minutes agreeing to meet the next afternoon.

I got there early and sat on a bench near the playground watching kids on the swings.

Paul showed up exactly on time walking across the grass toward me.

He looked different from the hospital.

His face was thinner and he had dark circles under his eyes like he hadn’t slept in weeks.

He sat down on the other end of the bench leaving space between us.

The first thing he said was an apology for punching me.

He rubbed his knuckles and admitted he’d been wrong.

Lana had told him I’d followed her around at the party being aggressive and pushy.

She’d made it sound like I was some creep who’d taken advantage of her when she was vulnerable.

Paul had believed her completely and wanted to defend her honor.

Now he wasn’t sure what to believe anymore.

I asked him what changed his mind.

Paul pulled out his phone and showed me screenshots of Lana’s forum posts.

He’d found them the same way I did by searching her username across different sites.

Reading her words about needing a baby and considering one night stands had made him sick.

He’d confronted her and she’d tried to say it was all hypothetical but the dates matched too perfectly.

The timeline proved she’d gone to that party hunting for someone to use.

Paul leaned forward with his elbows on his knees staring at the playground.

He started talking about their relationship and how controlling Lana had become over the past year.

She’d isolated him from his friends.

She’d made all their decisions about where to live and what to do.

He thought it was just her being organized and knowing what she wanted.

Now he realized she’d been manipulating him the whole time.

He said he felt used too like she’d picked him as a provider and caretaker while going elsewhere for the genetic material she actually wanted.

His voice cracked when he admitted he’d loved her and thought they’d build a family together someday through adoption or other options.

Finding out she’d done this behind his back destroyed everything he’d believed about their relationship.

I asked if Lana’s parents knew about the forum posts or her hospital admission.

Paul shook his head.

They had no idea their daughter had planned any of this.

Lana had told them I was her ex-boyfriend who’d gotten her pregnant and then ghosted her.

They genuinely believed I’d abandoned their daughter during her pregnancy.

Paul said he’d tried to tell them the truth but they wouldn’t listen.

They’d invested so much in hating me that admitting Lana lied would mean facing their own actions.

He looked torn sitting there like part of him still wanted to protect Lana despite everything.

I understood that feeling.

Even when someone hurts you it’s hard to completely stop caring about them.

We sat in silence for a minute watching a mom push her toddler on the swing.

Finally I asked Paul what he wanted from this conversation.

He turned to look at me.

He said

“Honestly he didn’t know Maybe he just needed to talk to someone who understood what it felt like to be manipulated by Lana Maybe he wanted to make sure I knew he hadn’t been part of her plan.”

We exchanged phone numbers before he left.

Paul said he’d think about whether he could provide testimony about what Lana had told him.

He wasn’t ready to commit but he wasn’t saying no either.

The paternity results arrived 2 weeks later.

Quentyn called me to come to his office instead of emailing them.

I knew that meant the news wasn’t good.