Chapter 3 - The Broken Alibi
Grant’s face turned the color of ash, his posture collapsing as the heavy corporate armor he wore every day shattered instantly.
“What are you talking about?” Grant stammered, though his voice lacked any conviction or defensive fire.
“I ran your DNA through the database today, Grant,” Rachel fired back, slamming her palm down onto the kitchen counter.
“You match with the exact same twenty half-siblings that Maddie matched with last week.”
“You aren't Maddie’s father by coincidence... you share the exact same biological father.”
Grant backed away until his spine hit the pantry door, his chest heaving as he stared at his wife with naked terror.
“You weren't sterile, were you?” Rachel demanded, tears of betrayal hot in her eyes.
“That was the lie your mother invented thirty years ago to cover up the fact that you weren't Richard’s child!”
Grant slid down the pantry door until he sat flat on the kitchen tile, burying his face in his trembling hands.
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“My mother... my mother made me swear never to look into the clinic records,” Grant sobbed quietly.
“She said it would destroy everything our family built.”
