Harry’s heart raced as Dr. Dennison closed the office door behind him. “Did you adopt the boys?” the doctor asked. Harry was taken aback. “No—they’re my sons.” But the doctor’s expression was serious. “Your blood type doesn’t match. Neither does your wife’s. I ran a DNA test.”
The shocking results: Josh and Andrew weren’t Harry’s sons—they were his half-brothers.
Staggering from the revelation, Harry turned to his wife, Nancy. “Did you sleep with my father?” he asked. Her silence spoke volumes.
Thirteen years earlier, in Las Vegas, Nancy had a brief affair with Robert—Harry’s father. Already pregnant, she later seduced Harry and claimed the child as his.
“You trapped me into fathering my own brothers,” Harry said, his voice filled with disbelief.
Nancy’s voice quivered as she replied, “I didn’t want to be a mother… I was terrified.”
“And I didn’t want to be a fool,” Harry shot back.
As the family fell apart, the opportunistic Olivia began pushing for a piece of the inheritance. But Rachel summed it up perfectly: “It’s not about the money. You’ve already taken enough.”
