My Husband Demanded a DNA Test—What the Doctor Revealed Shattered Us Both (2 of 3)

At first, I laughed. It sounded absurd—like some twisted joke. But when his stare didn’t soften, my smile faded.

“Why now?” I asked.

“He doesn’t look like me. If we don’t do the test, I can’t stay in this marriage.”

His words shattered me. I had never been unfaithful. I adored him, and my love for our son was boundless. But to keep our family together, I agreed.

The following week, we went to the clinic, gave our samples, and tried to carry on as if everything were normal. But every moment felt strained, each silence heavier than the last.

When the results were ready, the doctor called. His tone was urgent, almost grim. My hands shook as I walked down the sterile hallway. Inside his office, he looked at me with the kind of pity that made my stomach twist.

“You should sit down,” he said.

“No,” I whispered. “Just tell me.”

He hesitated, then delivered the blow: “Your husband is not your son’s biological father.”

The room spun. My voice rose, desperate. “That’s impossible! I’ve never been with anyone else. Never!”

The doctor sighed. “There’s something even stranger. According to the test… you’re not his biological mother either.”