My Husband Refused a DNA Test for Our Daughter’s School Project — So I Did It Behind His Back, and the Results Made Me Call the Police
I thought it was just a harmless school DNA project.
When my daughter Tiffany brought home a genetics kit, she excitedly asked for samples from both of us. I agreed. My husband, Greg, refused — suddenly, firmly, and without explanation. He even crushed the kit and threw it away.
That’s when something in me shifted.
We had spent years going through IVF. I did the injections. Greg handled the paperwork. So while Tiffany slept that night, I used a swab from Greg’s coffee mug and mailed it in.
The results arrived a week later.
Mother: Match.
Father: 0% DNA Shared.
Biological Parent Match: 99.9%.
The donor wasn’t anonymous.
It was Mike — Greg’s best friend. Tiffany’s godfather.
I dropped Tiffany at my sister’s house and confronted Greg. He finally admitted the truth: he had secretly used Mike as a donor during IVF and forged my consent because he couldn’t bear telling me he was infertile.
He called it saving our marriage.
I called it fraud.
Mike knew too. They had made a “gentleman’s agreement” — one that involved my body but never my permission.
I reported it to the police. Not out of revenge, but because Tiffany deserved the truth more than Greg deserved silence.
Now, we’re building a new normal.
“He’s still my dad?” she asked one night.
“He’s the man who raised you,” I said. “But what comes next… we’ll decide together.”
Because biology may explain a beginning.
But trust decides everything after.
