My wife gave birth to a baby with dark skin. We’re both very fair-skinned. She broke down in tears and insisted the child was mine. I demanded a DNA test—and the results confirmed I was the father. I apologized and begged her to forgive me. She did.

On the day our son turned 18, I received a call from an unknown number. To my absolute shock, a man’s voice said, “It’s time you learned the truth. You’ve been living a lie for 18 years. I’m your son’s biological father.”

I was stunned. The man went on to explain that he and my wife had a brief affair while she was away on a work trip nearly two decades ago. He chose to stay out of the picture because he was already married with a family, and didn’t want to risk losing everything. Now that my son is grown, he wants to connect with him and plans to invite him to college in his state.

In that moment, my entire reality came crashing down. When I confronted my wife, she confessed—it was all true. The DNA test results had been faked. Now I’m left feeling like my entire life was built on deception. I’ve made the decision to end the