The results said he wasn’t the father, even though he never doubted me and still wanted to raise the child as his own. He kept it from me for years out of fear and shame.

I was devastated. I never cheated, and Peter never gave me a reason to suspect anything. I felt betrayed—not by the test itself, but by the fact that he hid it from me for so long. Still, I saw that he had always been there for me and our son, and that mattered more than biology.It will take time to heal, but I told him, “We’ll figure it out—together.”