“This is the fifth DNA test in that godforsaken independent lab, and they’re always different!” Sergei growls. “And again—negative! I’m not Artem’s father!” “But I had no one except you. Sergei, I couldn’t have had a child from the Holy Spirit!”
A random hint from my husband’s ex-girlfriend led him to secretly take a DNA test. And it turned out their son wasn’t his. Then there were four more tests—this time openly.
Each one showed the same thing—Sergei isn’t Artem’s father.
But it’s simply impossible. I gave birth to my husband’s child, and I know it.
And then it turned out that it is possible. And that the issue lies with Sergei himself.
How can we get back the trust that’s almost been destroyed?