I thought I knew everything about my husband, Peter—until I overheard a shocking conversation between his mother and sister. They were gossiping about our first child, questioning if he was really Peter’s because of his red hair. Then I heard them mention a “truth” Peter had never told me. I confronted him, and he finally admitted it: after our first child was born,

his family pressured him into taking a secret paternity test.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,