“Oh, hi, Anika…” I say when she just barges right on in. Swear to God, no one around here knocks.

“Cute,” she motions to my guys before having a seat beside them and tapping my husband on the leg. “Wake up, sunshine.”

As soon as Lyle sits up, Raven confiscates the baby, careful not to wake him or disturb his eye veggies. “Looks like y’all have some important business to discuss.” She adjusts the front of his little robe, wrapping him tighter. “I’ll just take this off your hands.” She moseys over to the armchair across the room to get her baby fix and the tea all at once.

“What now?” I ask when I notice the cursed iPad resting on Anika’s lap. I really hoped I’d seen the last of that thing when she smashed it to smithereens, but no such luck. She just went out and got a new one.

Annie pats the couch on her other side, inviting me to have a seat. “I fucking hate people,” she says before flipping the tablet over to TMD’s home page. “I’m really sorry, guys, but we have to deal with this.”

Breaking News!

Just when we thought we’d seen the last of the drama surrounding Lyle Livingston (bassist of The Rhett Taylor Band) and his shotgun bride, we learn things aren’t exactly as kosher as they may seem.

As we all know, there are two sides to every story, and we’re here today to help Trent Thomas, better known as Sammi Livingston’s runaway groom, tell his.

According to Mr. Thomas, he was informed only moments before walking down the aisle that not only was his bride to be (then Sammi Deluca) pregnant—but with another man’s baby! This shocking discovery is what understandably led to him calling off the wedding.

He has recently learned through interviews with Mr. and Mrs. Livingston that baby Judd might, in fact, be his biological son.

This is his public appeal for a paternity test.

If it turns out that the child is his, he plans to seek shared custody.

Stay tuned right here to TMD for updates on this developing story.

I open my mouth to speak but no sound comes out. Just tears. So many tears.

It was too good to be true. This fairy tale life I’ve been living is imploding around me, and I haven’t the slightest idea how to stop it. I feel frozen in this moment—trapped in an absolute nightmare.

“Oh, Sammi,” Anika wraps an arm around me, pulling me close, but the sweet gesture only makes me cry harder. “It’s going to be okay.”

I bring a hand to my trembling lips and shake my head, because this can’t be happening. Not to my perfect little family—to my husband and my sweet baby. They don’t deserve this.