My husband let his friend convince him our children might not be his. I told myself if he crossed that line, our marriage was over.

for the next morning. Our twins, Ava and Eli, both seven, were upstairs arguing over whose turn it was to feed the fish. My husband, Nathan, stood by the refrigerator with his phone in one hand and that tight, overly composed expression people wear when they know they are about to say something offensive and want credit for saying it gently.

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