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.

I’m saying if there’s nothing to hide, then why not just do it and end the conversation?”

That was when the temperature in my body seemed to drop all at once.

Because there it was. Not exactly doubt. Something worse. Weakness. The kind that borrows another man’s paranoia and brings it home like evidence.

I looked at him and said, “If you really do this,continue reading …