After my wife Alicia fell ill, our loyal Labrador, Rocky, became her constant companion. Even after her recovery, his clinginess intensified, and he grew unusually protective. One day at the vet, a stranger suggested that dogs can sense pregnancies, which led us to take a pregnancy test—and it was positive. Though initially overjoyed, I grew suspicious because the timing didn’t make sense.

I asked Alicia for a paternity test, and when the results came back showing 0% probability, my worst fears were confirmed—Alicia had been unfaithful. She tearfully confessed it was a one-time mistake. Despite her pleas for forgiveness, the trust between us was broken, and I made the difficult decision to file for divorce.

We split everything, but Alicia couldn’t care for Rocky, so I took him with me. As I moved on, Rocky became my anchor, and during one of our walks, I met a kind woman named Courtney. We connected, giving me a glimmer of hope for a fresh start. Despite the heartbreak, I began to believe that maybe the future held something good after all.