Harry’s world shattered at the doctor’s: blood tests for son Josh’s anemia revealed the twins weren’t his—but his half-brothers. Both boys type A; he and wife Nancy type B. DNA confirmed: they’re his father’s.
Fury boiling, Harry raced home. Boys greeted “Grandpa!”—Robert, there unannounced. Harry sent the twins to a friend’s, then exploded: “Did you sleep with my dad?!”
Nancy paled. Robert stammered. Flashback: 13 years ago, Vegas girls’ trip. Nancy’s one-night stand with charming Robert. Weeks later, pregnant. Panicked, she met kind Harry that same trip—slept with him on her friend’s advice, hoping he’d never know.
Harry proposed; bliss. Introducing pregnant Nancy to parents: shock—fiancé’s dad was Vegas lover. They swore secrecy: “Babies are Harry’s.”
Present: Truth out. “You baby-trapped me—with his kids!” Harry roared. Nancy blamed Robert: “You knew!” Bickering erupted.
Boys overheard at door: “Grandpa’s our dad?” Hearts broke. Harry whispered, “I’m sorry.”
Family ruined—lies exposed, bonds fractured forever.
