“Isn’t that common?” Harry argued. “Biological parents don’t always match blood types with their children.”
“That’s true, Mr. Campbell,” Dr. Dennison conceded gently, “but genetically, the blood types make it impossible for you to be their father. Both twins have blood type A; you and your wife are both type B.”
Harry’s disbelief was evident. “But…that’s impossible.”
“I’m sorry. I noticed this discrepancy and conducted DNA testing,” the doctor explained, handing Harry medical reports. Among unfamiliar medical jargon, the phrase “half-siblings” stood out.
“What does this mean?” Harry gasped.
“The twins are genetically your half-siblings, not your sons,” the doctor confirmed.
Reeling, Harry grasped the implication. The boys must belong to his father. Yet, this seemed impossible—his wife Nancy was already pregnant when introduced to his parents.
At home, Harry delayed exiting his car, dreading confrontation. He overheard his sons greeting someone enthusiastically, “Grandpa! We missed you!”
Suppressing rage, Harry forced himself inside calmly. “What brings you here, Dad?” he asked sharply. Without awaiting a response, he addressed his sons, “Weren’t you going to Bobby’s tonight?”
The twins gathered their belongings and left, unaware of the brewing storm.
“Did you have an affair with my father, Nancy?” Harry exploded immediately afterward.
Nancy paled, speechless. Harry’s father, Robert, intervened, “Son, please, it’s not what you think—”
“DNA evidence doesn’t lie,” Harry interrupted furiously, confronting Nancy. “Explain yourself!”
Nancy, ashamed, lowered her gaze, recalling a fateful night 13 years earlier…
In Las Vegas, Nancy enjoyed a vibrant night out. At the bar, she encountered an older, charming man named Robert. Their chemistry was immediate, leading to a spontaneous night together. Though initially unconcerned about the one-night stand, Nancy panicked upon discovering her pregnancy weeks later.
Unwilling to terminate, she confided in her friend Anna. At a club, two men, Oliver and Harry, approached them. Anna, attracted to Oliver, left Nancy alone with Harry, who quickly charmed her. Encouraged by Anna, Nancy eventually saw a solution—concealing the pregnancy by entering a relationship with Harry. They spent the night together.
Months passed, and Harry proposed, thrilled at the thought of family life. Excitedly introducing Nancy to his parents, Harry revealed her pregnancy. Nancy’s joy turned to horror when Harry introduced his father—Robert, the man from Vegas.
Privately confronting Robert, Nancy insisted Harry was the father. Robert agreed to bury their secret.
Back in the present, Harry demanded answers. Robert confessed, “It happened in Vegas.”
Harry pieced together the timeline, understanding Nancy had deceived him intentionally. “You knew you were pregnant when we met?” he shouted at her.
Nancy admitted shamefully, “Yes.”
“You trapped me—with my father’s children!” Harry accused bitterly.
Robert defended himself, “She told me they were yours.”
Nancy lashed out, blaming Robert. Their heated argument intensified until a voice froze everyone.
“Grandpa is our father?” Josh asked, standing with Andrew and their friend Bobby.
“Dad?” Andrew turned pleadingly to Harry.
Unable to hide the truth, Harry whispered sorrowfully, “I’m sorry,” knowing their family would never recover from this betrayal.