n pressed, his voice tigh

rembled as she

mien, then to me, her eyes wide wi

ys... 'Based on the DNA analysis performed, Damien Archer

gasp went thr

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rom her hand, his eyes

no, this is wrong! It's a fa

me, her carefully constructe

cold satisfaction was spreading through me. "Or pe

Sera or scorn for me, but with a new, delicious i

s is a trick! Marc, you did this! Yo

mmissioned, from a lab of your choosing, using samples

that s

ying easily in the stunned silence, "

'll get another test! A do

ou're contemplating that, perhaps I

tting the te

e known about your little... arr

yes widen

ng my lips. "I'm quite observant. And you,

osed with azoospermia. A fact you've

iumphant again, as if that

e knew, except for my most trusted physician, is that years before I ever m

term hung

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d at me, s

hrough a trusted contact within the fertility clinic-someone far more loyal and d

into my ja

y on last-minute theatri

lope, identical to the one

eeks ago, through a legally certified and unimpeachable

held up the sing

rtainty, that I, Marcus Thorne, a