Still. I want the test. Or we’ll 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.

The results were ready in a week. The doctor called and asked me to come immediately. In the hallway, I felt my hands shaking. When I entered, he lifted his eyes from the paper and said seriously:

— You’d better sit down.

— Why, doctor? What’s there? — I felt my heart pounding.

— Your husband is not the biological father of your son.

— But how is that possible?! — I almost screamed. — I’ve always been faithful. I never had anyone else!