My husband demanded a DNA test and was convinced that our son was not his: when the results were ready, the doctor called and revealed something terrible π±π±
Fifteen years after we had raised our son together, my husband suddenly said:
β Iβve always had doubts. Itβs time to do a DNA test.
I laughed, because even the thought seemed absurd. But my laughter quickly faded when we actually went to take the tests.
It happened on a Tuesday. We were having dinner together. Suddenly he looked at me in a way that made me freeze inside.
β Iβve wanted to say this for a long time, β he said, β but I didnβt want to hurt you. Our son doesnβt look like me.
β But he looks like your mother, weβve discussed this! β I tried to object.
β Still. I want the test. Or weβll get divorced.
I loved my husband deeply and adored our son. I was certain of my fidelity: I had never been with another man, and I loved only him. But for peace of mind, we went to the clinic and gave the samples. Watch: [in comment] – Made with AI
