It was supposed to be a happy occasion when my daughter, Sarah, was born, but Alex, my husband, questioned her paternity based on her appearance right away, so I agreed to a paternity test, even though I was devastated. His behavior became distant, and I realized that things had gone too far when his mother threatened to ruin my life if the test wasn’t in his favor. The test confirmed that Sarah was his, but I felt angry instead of relieved. Alex apologized, but I soon found texts that showed his affair with a colleague. I filed for divorce, and along with evidence of his adultery, I was awarded the house, car, and child support. By the time Alex returned home, I had already left.