My husband wanted a DNA test and was convinced our son wasn’t his. When the results were in, the doctor called and said something terrible.

My husband insisted on a DNA test and was certain our son wasn’t his. When the results came in, the doctor called us in and revealed something shocking.

Fifteen years after we raised our son together, my husband suddenly declared:

— I’ve always had doubts. Time for a DNA test.

At first, I laughed because the thought itself seemed absurd. But my laughter quickly faded when we finally took the test.

It was Tuesday. We were eating dinner at home. Suddenly, he looked at me with a look that froze my heart.

“I’ve been holding it in for too long,” he said, “but I didn’t want to hurt you. Our son is completely different from me.”

“But he looks like your mother, we talked about it!” I tried to argue.

“I still want a test. Otherwise, we’ll get divorced.”

I adored my husband and our son. I knew my loyalty was unquestionable: I’d never been with another man; I only loved him. But for his peace of mind, we went to the clinic and submitted our samples.

A week later, the results were ready. The doctor called and insisted I come in immediately. My hands were shaking in the hallway. When I entered, he looked up from his briefcase and said seriously:

— Please sit down.

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