Harry’s heart pounded as Dr. Dennison shut the office door.
“Did you adopt the boys?” he asked. Harry froze. “No—they’re my sons.” But the doctor’s tone was grave. “Your blood type doesn’t match. Neither does your wife’s. I ran a DNA test.”
The results: Josh and Andrew weren’t Harry’s sons—they were his half-brothers.
Reeling, Harry confronted his wife Nancy. “Did you sleep with my father?” he asked. Her silence said it all.
Thirteen years ago, in Vegas, Nancy had a fling with Robert—Harry’s father. Already pregnant, she seduced Harry days later and claimed the child as his.
“You baby-trapped me with my own brothers,” Harry said, stunned.
Nancy’s voice broke: “I didn’t want to be a mother… I was scared.”
“And I didn’t want to be a fool,” Harry replied.
As the family imploded, greedy Olivia pushed for inheritance. But Rachel said it best: “It’s not about the money. You’ve already taken too much.”
