Neither His Nor Mine
Language: en
My husband posted a family photo. The first comment under it read: [Dude, I think you’ve got a garden growing on your head.] [Your kid looks absolutely nothing like you.] [Five years of raising another man’s bastard and you’re smiling like the cuckold you are!] Marcus couldn’t stop staring at the replies. The more he read, the angrier he got, until he was screaming about divorce. To prove my innocence—to myself, as much as to him—I agreed to a DNA test. Only to find out that the child wasn’t his... or mine.