My wife gave birth to a baby with dark skin. We are both very white. She cried and swore he was mine. I demanded a DNA test—it proved he was mine. I begged her to forgive me. She did.
On my son’s 18th birthday, I got a call from a private number. To my utter horror, a guy’s voice told me, “It’s time you knew the truth. You’ve been living a lie for 18 years. I’m your son’s real father.”

Imagine my shock!
Then, the guy went on to explain that he and my wife had a brief affair while she was away on a work trip, 18 years ago. He chose to stay out of the picture because he was married, with a family of his own, and didn’t want to risk destroying it. But now that my son is an adult, he wants to get to know him and plans on inviting him to attend college in his state.
My entire world collapsed in an instant. When I confronted my wife, she admitted everything. It was all true, the DNA results were fake.
Now I feel like my life has been built on a lie. I’ve decided to divorce her.