My wife was determined that our 7-year-old son learn to play the guitar, so she signed him up for lessons with a 25-year-old instructor. One day, when she wasn’t feeling well, I offered to take our son to his lesson instead. On the way there, he began to cry. I gently told him that he didn’t have to go if he didn’t want to. That’s when he said something that stopped me cold: “Mom says I have to, because I have talent like my dad.” That struck me as strange—because I don’t play any instruments.
Feeling uneasy, I decided to meet this guitar teacher myself. When we arrived at his house, I was shocked by what I saw. Everything in the home screamed of my wife: her favorite bamboo plant stood in the corner, the entire color scheme was teal—her favorite—and he even offered me a drink she always orders. Then I saw it—a satin scarf draped over a chair that looked exactly like one she owns. It felt like more than coincidence.
That night, I brought it up with my wife. At first, she brushed it off and accused me of being paranoid. But eventually, she broke down and admitted that she had dated the teacher in college. She insisted there was no current relationship between them, but the damage was already done.
Now, I’m left shaken. I can’t stop wondering—should I get a DNA test for our son? The thought is haunting me, and I’m not sure how to move forward.