My wife and I have been married for about 6 years, together 8, and she has 4 kids from a previous marriage I adore.

We have known each other since first grade, grew up together, our families were all very close...

We connected later in life again, fell in love, got married.

We have had our share of ups and downs, but there's never been a time I thought anything other than this is absolutely, positively the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. She is luminous, kind, generous and beautiful. I adore her.

My wife came to me a few weeks ago and told me she's pregnant. I've never had a child and I was ecstatic, but in the pit of my stomach I was afraid. I've wanted to have a baby, we both have, for about two years, but we have had fertility issues.

Then it happened... Slowly she started to confess. Over the course of two weeks she started to come clean.

Day by day a new revelation... She had slept with someone else a couple times, but it wasn't at the time she got pregnant. The ultrasound I was excited didn't line up with the timing she had said.

Then she said it was at the same time, that she had gotten the time wrong, but they used protection, so it probably is mine.

Then she told me she that on one of the times she slept with him, the second time they had sex he didn't use a condom, but he pulled out.

Then she told me she's not sure he pulled out.

Then she told me she's almost certain it's not mine - that she's not sure he pulled out.

We did a test pre-natal test and it's not my child.

I am spinning. The pain of the affair feels tiny compared to the pain of a child conceived by another man. And the pain of the affair is crushing.

How do I even face this? We can't even hide that the child isn't mine and I can't stop imagining the humiliation to come. We are both white, but the other man is black. Everyone will know my wife had an affair. Everyone that doesn't know will assume we adopted.

I'm broken.

I feel emasculated, humiliated...

