When my wife, Alicia, fell ill, our loyal Labrador, Rocky, became her constant guardian. Even after her recovery, his clinginess escalated, raising concerns. One day, while walking, Rocky displayed unexpected aggression towards another dog, prompting us to visit the vet. There, a woman suggested dogs can sense pregnancy, leading us to take a test that revealed Alicia was pregnant.

However, doubts gnawed at me. After suggesting a paternity test, I was met with hurt and anger, but Alicia eventually agreed. The results shattered my world: a 0% probability of paternity. She confessed to an affair, and I realized I couldn’t stay with someone who had broken my trust.

Filing for divorce was painful, but I took Rocky with me. At the park, I met Courtney, who instantly connected with Rocky and me. As I sat on the porch reflecting on my journey, I felt a glimmer of hope. Alicia’s betrayal left scars, but perhaps the future held something good after all.