Harry was shocked when medical tests revealed the twin boys he had raised as his sons weren’t his. Furious, he went home to confront his wife, only to learn a truth that would ruin their family forever.
Harry smiled as he watched his boys laughing at something at the pediatrician’s office.
“Dr. Dennison,” Harry stood up nervously as the doctor entered.
“Mr. Campbell. Please have a seat,” the doctor shook Harry’s hand and sat across from him. “I actually wanted to talk to you in private, Mr. Campbell. The boys can wait outside.”
Harry’s heart raced, wondering if it was bad news. Although his boys were twins, Josh had severe anemia, so Dr. Dennison had advised running more tests and asked Harry to get a blood checkup in case a transfusion was needed. Thankfully, his other son, Andrew, was perfectly healthy.
“So, do we have final clarity on how to proceed?” Harry asked restlessly as the boys left.
“Calm down, Mr. Campbell,” Dr. Dennison leaned back in his chair. “Right now, my primary concern isn’t Josh. Yes, he has an iron deficiency, but we’ll start with supplements, possibly intravenously. I wanted to talk to you about something else.”
Harry heaved a sigh of relief. His son’s condition wasn’t bad.
“Did you adopt the boys, Mr. Campbell?” the doctor asked, sending chills down Harry’s spine. “This is a little sensitive, but your blood type is incompatible with the boys.”
“Well, that isn’t very strange, right? I mean, in a lot of cases, biological parents can’t donate to their kids because they are a mix of two people,” Harry argued.
“Yes, sir. Some biological parents can’t donate,” the doctor agreed. “But what I mean is that you can’t be the boys’ father. Blood type isn’t the ultimate factor in determining paternity, but both your twins’ blood types are A. You and your wife are both B.”
“What… but this is impossible,” Harry muttered.
“I’m sorry, sir. I saw these results a couple of days ago, so I took the liberty of running a DNA test on your samples too. I understand this is hard to hear, but there’s more.”
Harry stared at the documents in disbelief. The words half-siblings jumped out at him.
“That’s right, Mr. Campbell,” Dr. Dennison said. “Andrew and Josh are technically your half-siblings, not your sons.”
Harry couldn’t believe it. The kids he had raised for twelve years weren’t his. They had to be his father’s, which meant Nancy had been with him. But it didn’t make sense. She was already pregnant when he introduced her to his parents.
When they got home, Harry lingered in the car. Suddenly, he heard the boys shouting, “Grandpa! We missed you!”
Harry clenched his fists. He couldn’t confront them with the boys present, so he forced a smile and walked in.
“What are you doing here, Dad?” he asked tightly.
Before his father could answer, Harry turned to the boys. “Weren’t you going to Bobby’s house for game night?”
As the boys left, Harry lost his restraint.
“Did you sleep with my father, Nancy?” he exploded.
Nancy’s face turned pale.
“Son, it’s not what you think,” Robert interjected, but Harry ignored him.
“DNA doesn’t lie, Nancy! I want the truth!”
Nancy couldn’t meet his eyes as memories flooded back.
Thirteen years earlier…
Nancy was dancing in a Las Vegas club when a silver-haired man approached her.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“I’m already ordering for my friends,” she shouted over the music.
They talked. His name was Robert.
They ended up together that night. Three weeks later, Nancy found out she was pregnant.
She confided in her friend Anna, terrified.
That same night, Anna introduced her to Harry. They talked for hours. Later, Anna urged her to sleep with him.
Nancy resisted at first, but the thought of giving her child a father changed her mind.
Months later, Harry proposed. Nancy said yes.
Days later, Harry introduced her to his parents.
The moment she saw his father, Nancy recognized him instantly — Robert.
“They’re Harry’s,” she told Robert quietly. “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”
And they kept the secret.
