I thought I knew my husband, Peter, until I overheard a conversation between his mother and sister that shattered my understanding. After three years of marriage and the joy of expecting our second child, I learned that Peter had kept a devastating secret about our first child.
When we moved to Germany, I struggled to fit in with his family. I overheard Ingrid and Klara whispering doubts about our son, hinting that Peter didn’t believe he was the father. Gathering my courage, I confronted Peter, who revealed that his family had pressured him into a paternity test after our first child was born. The test showed he wasn’t the father, a truth he kept hidden to protect me.Devastated, I felt betrayed but also understood his fear. After a moment apart, I returned to him, determined to heal together. “We’ll work through this,” I said, taking his hand.
