Robert stepped in. “Son, let’s talk calmly—”
“Calmly?!” Harry interrupted. “You want me to stay calm after this?!”
Nancy’s voice cracked. “It was a one-night mistake, in Vegas, before I met you. I didn’t know—”
Harry’s mind spun. She didn’t know it was my father?
“I was scared,” Nancy said through sobs. “I thought you were a sign, a way to give my babies a father. I didn’t know the truth until I met your parents.”
“You lied to me,” Harry whispered. “You trapped me into raising my father’s children.”
Robert’s guilt was clear. “I should’ve told you, Harry. I just didn’t know what to say.”
The argument was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Josh and Andrew stood in the doorway, confused.
“Dad? Grandpa? What’s going on?” Josh asked.
Harry couldn’t find the words. Nancy stepped forward, tears in her eyes. “We’ll explain everything, but please know, we love you more than anything.”
Josh, his voice shaking, asked, “Does this mean you’re not really our dad?”
Harry knelt down, his voice breaking. “I may not be your biological father, but I’ve been there for you every step of the way. Nothing will change that.”
The boys hesitated, then wrapped their arms around him. “You’re still our dad,” Andrew whispered.
In the days that followed, Harry and Nancy’s marriage teetered on the edge, and the family struggled to mend the damage. But despite the betrayal and heartbreak, Harry held onto one truth: his love for his boys. No DNA test could change that.