My husband wanted a DNA test and was convinced our son wasn't his. When the results were ready, 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 back, the doctor called us in and revealed something devastating.
Fifteen years after raising our son together, my husband suddenly declared:

— I always had my doubts. Time to take a DNA test.

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

It was Tuesday. We were eating dinner at home. Suddenly, he looked at me with an expression 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 nothing like 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 loved our son. I knew my loyalty was unquestionable: I had never been with another man, I loved only him. However, 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.