Mein Mann bestand auf einem DNA-Test und war sich sicher, dass unser Sohn nicht von ihm war. Als die Ergebnisse eintrafen, rief uns der Arzt zu sich und enthüllte etwas Verheerendes.
Fifteen years after raising our boy together, my husband suddenly declared:
— I’ve always had doubts. It’s time we did a DNA test.
I laughed at first, since the very idea felt ridiculous. But my laughter quickly vanished when we actually went through with the testing.
It was on a Tuesday. We were having dinner at home. Suddenly he looked at me with an expression that froze my chest.
— I’ve held this inside too long, — he said, — but I didn’t want to wound you. Our son doesn’t resemble me.
— But he resembles your mother, we’ve talked about this! — I tried to argue.
— Still, I want the test. Otherwise, we’ll divorce.
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