Harry was stunned when medical tests revealed that the twin boys he’d raised as his own weren’t biologically his. Enraged, he stormed home to confront his wife, only to uncover a revelation that would shatter their family forever.
At the pediatrician’s office, Harry had been smiling as he watched his sons laughing. When Dr. Dennison entered, Harry greeted him nervously.
“Mr. Campbell, please take a seat,” the doctor said, shaking his hand before sitting down and asking to speak privately while the boys waited outside.
Harry’s heart pounded as he braced himself for bad news. Although one of the twins, Josh, had severe anemia—prompting additional tests and a blood check for a possible transfusion—Andrew was perfectly healthy.
Restlessly, Harry asked, “So, what’s our next step?” after the children were escorted out.
Dr. Dennison relaxed slightly. “Mr. Campbell, right now my primary concern isn’t Josh; we’ll start him on supplements for his iron deficiency. But there’s something else I need to discuss.”
Harry sighed in relief that his son’s condition wasn’t dire—until the doctor continued, “Did you adopt the boys, Mr. Campbell? This might be sensitive, but your blood type doesn’t match theirs.”
“Isn’t that common? Sometimes biological parents can’t donate because their genes mix differently,” Harry reasoned.
“That may be true in some cases, but here’s the issue: your twins both have type A blood, and both you and your wife are type B,” the doctor explained.
“What… This is impossible,” Harry muttered under his breath.
“I’m sorry, sir. I had your DNA results and also ran tests on yours a few days ago. I know this is hard, but there’s more,” the doctor said, handing over several documents.
Harry scanned the papers, his eyes widening when the term “half-siblings” leaped out at him.
Dr. Dennison confirmed, “That’s correct, Mr. Campbell. Technically, Andrew and Josh are your half-brothers, not your sons.”
In disbelief, Harry realized that the children he had raised for 12 years weren’t his at all—they had to be his father’s. That meant Nancy had been unfaithful, even though she had been pregnant when he introduced her to his parents.
Returning home, Harry took his time getting out of the car. Soon, he heard his boys shouting, “Grandpa! We missed you!” Clenching his fists and fighting back tears, he forced a smile as he entered the house, careful not to confront his father or wife with the children present.
Later, unable to contain his fury, he confronted his wife. “Did you sleep with my father, Nancy?” he exploded.
Nancy’s face drained of color.
“Son, it’s not what you think,” Robert, Harry’s father, tried to interject, but Harry was beyond listening.
“DNA doesn’t lie, Nancy! I demand the truth!” he shouted.
Unable to meet his gaze, Nancy recalled that fateful night 13 years ago…
Back then, Nancy had been enjoying the music on a dance floor, waiting for her drinks when a sophisticated man with silver hair and a chiseled jaw approached her. “Can I buy you a drink?” he asked boldly. Though Nancy nearly shouted that she was with her girlfriends, his charm and persistence led her to introduce herself. “I’m Nancy,” she said, to which he replied, “I’m Robert.” Before long, they were kissing in an elevator, and the next morning, Nancy awoke in his bed. They shared breakfast and conversation before Robert left, and Nancy soon discovered she was pregnant. Afraid of fertility issues, she chose not to terminate the pregnancy and, feeling lost, confided in her friend Anna.
Anna was shocked. “You can’t have this baby alone—why not reach out to that Vegas guy?”
But Nancy simply sighed, “No.”
Then a voice interjected, “Hey, ladies! I’m Oliver, and this is my friend Harry.” Nancy, too kind to be rude, let them join the conversation. Anna, however, noticed Oliver’s appeal and left with him, leaving Nancy and Harry to talk privately for hours. Then, in the restroom, Anna urged Nancy, “Sleep with him. Vegas was only three weeks ago—he’ll never know.” Initially resistant, Nancy eventually changed her mind, thinking that her baby needed a father, and that very night, she slept with Harry.
Months later, Harry proposed to Nancy. She accepted almost immediately, and everything seemed perfect as they introduced her to his parents. Harry’s mother, Miriam, embraced them warmly, but then an unexpected scent of cologne—one that brought back memories—made Nancy uneasy. Harry proudly announced, “We’re having twins!” as his father, Robert, and Nancy mingled under the same roof.
Fast forward to the present, and Harry’s fury boiled over as he confronted his father and wife with the damning truth revealed by his DNA tests.
“Tell me, Dad! How is it that our pediatrician told me MY SONS are actually my half-brothers? How did this happen?” Harry demanded.
Robert sighed, “It all happened in Vegas…”
“Vegas? You mean the trip with Anna and your friends, when you slept with me?” Harry whispered in disbelief.
Nancy could only nod in silence.
“Did you know you were pregnant already?” Harry pressed angrily.
“Yes,” she admitted softly.
“You trapped me with a baby that isn’t even mine!” Harry shouted.
“Son, I’m sorry,” Robert interjected, “but remember, she told me they were yours.”
“You’re a monster!” Nancy screamed at him. “You knew all along—you can’t put this all on me!”
As their bickering grew louder, Harry suddenly saw the twins and their friend Bobby standing in the doorway.
“Dad?” Andrew asked, and in that moment, Harry’s carefully maintained mask of composure crumbled. He managed only a faint, broken “I’m sorry” to his boys, his strength finally exhausted.