My husband was so eager to be a father to a widow’s son that his biological son and I decided we didn’t need him anymore. For two years, under the guise of “taking care of his classmate’s widow,” he missed every important moment in our son’s life. On our son’s birthday, he took someone else’s son to the aquarium; when our son was bleeding from a head injury, he protected the other boy, saying, “Don’t bully little Danny.” The most devastating moment came when he publicly denied our son in front of his entire class: “I’m Danny Johnson's father.” I slapped him across the face and filed for divorce that very day. Months later, that “poor widow” was arrested by the police—she had orchestrated her husband’s car accident because the child wasn’t even his! By the time my ex-husband came crawling back begging for reconciliation, I already had a man by my side who truly loved me.