I thought I knew everything about my husband until I overheard a shocking conversation between his mother and sister. Peter finally confessed that, after our first child was born, his family pressured him to take a paternity test. The results said he wasn’t the father, but Peter never doubted me and kept it a secret for years.
Peter’s family had questioned our son’s red hair, and he didn’t know how to stop them. I felt betrayed, but he apologized, and I knew we couldn’t throw away our family. We had to rebuild, together.
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