But it wasn’t over.
Adam pulled out a second envelope. “And while we were testing…”
He turned to his father. “You’re not my biological dad.”
Denise’s hand trembled on her wine glass. Her voice finally came, low and defensive.
“You had no right—”
“No,” Adam said, voice firm. “You had no right. You accused my wife of betrayal. And now, you’ve exposed your own.”
His father stood and left. Denise sat in silence, tears forming but unspoken.