My wife, Ruru, and I have two children. We were happily married until I made a big mistake. I don't know how it happened, but I gave in to temptation.
It all started in the office. I had a male colleague, Randy. At first, it was just a simple chat during breaks, but as time went on, our understanding deepened. It got to the point where I couldn't hold it back anymore and we had a relationship. I told myself that it was just a moment, that it would end. But I was wrong.
One day, I noticed that I was feeling different. I went for a checkup, and that's when I found out that I was pregnant. I was terrified because I didn't know whose child it was. But when I checked the dates, it was clear that Ruru wasn't the father.
I was even more shocked when I told my husband about the pregnancy. He was so happy. He had wanted a son for a long time because we have two daughters. He was with me when the OB-Gyne told me I was having a boy. I could see the joy in his eyes. He even posted it on social media and told everyone.
While he was filled with joy, I was filled with fear and guilt. I wondered, what if the child grew up and didn't look like his father? Yes, he and my relationship bear a slight resemblance, but I don't know if that's enough to not be noticeable.
What's worse, Randy knows the situation. He knows he's the father of the child. We talked and we both decided that we wouldn't destroy our family. I told him we'd stop everything. But how could I stop my heart when it was still true that I loved him?
Now, I don't know what's right. I love my husband and I don't want to ruin our family, especially for my children. But how should I face the truth? Should I confess everything to Ruru even though I know it will hurt her and we might lose her? Or should I just keep the secret for the rest of my life so that our family won't be ruined?
I don't know how long I can bear the weight of my conscience. I hope someone can tell me the right thing to do.
