When my wife, Alicia, fell ill, our loyal Labrador, Rocky, became her constant guardian. Even after she recovered, his clinginess only intensified, becoming concerning. One day, a neighbor mentioned how her dog acted similarly when she was pregnant. That night, Alicia took a test, and we found out she was expecting.
But something felt off. We had been careful, and the timing didn’t add up. Reluctantly, I asked for a paternity test. Alicia was devastated, but we went through with it. The results came back—0% chance I was the father. After confronting her, Alicia confessed to an affair.
Heartbroken, I filed for divorce and took Rocky with me. Starting over wasn’t easy, but Rocky remained my faithful companion. One day at the park, he introduced me to Courtney, a kind woman with a bright smile. Maybe, just maybe, the future held something good after all.