But the worst was yet to come. The doctor lowered his eyes to the papers:

“We ran a second check. According to the data, this is neither a laboratory mistake nor an accidental mix-up. It was done intentionally. It concerns the clinic where you underwent IVF fifteen years ago. Dozens of similar cases have been uncovered…”

It wasn’t infidelity. It wasn’t a secret from my past. It was a massive medical scandal — where, instead of your husband’s genetic material, another man’s was used.