My eyes scanned the paper again and again, but the words didn't change.
Paternity Test Result: Ewan Roman – Not the biological father of Andrew Roman. The name was there in bold, printed clear and cold. No mistaking it.
I reached into the vault, pulled out the other envelopes, each bearing the same logo in the corner, same discreet clinic, same formality. Opened one.
Test Date: Four years ago.
Ewan Roman – Not the biological father.
Another. Three years ago. Same result. Same truth, over and over again.
I sat there for a second, letting the silence soak in, the paper shaking a little between my fingers as the realization clicked into place. My father… had known. He'd known for years.
Sabrina had duped him.
The cold bastard who could smell blood in boardrooms from miles away had been played like a fool inside his own home. And he'd found out the hard way.
A low, stunned laugh escaped me. Then another, sharper this time.
