Harry Campbell’s world turned upside down with one visit to the pediatrician. What was supposed to be a routine check-up for his twin boys, Josh and Andrew, spiraled into a revelation that threatened to destroy everything he held dear.
As Harry sat nervously in Dr. Dennison’s office, he couldn’t help but steal glances at his sons laughing in the waiting room. “Mr. Campbell,” the doctor said, gesturing for him to come inside. Harry’s heart thudded as he followed, leaving the boys to play outside.
“Is something wrong with Josh?” Harry asked, his voice trembling slightly. Josh’s anemia had prompted additional tests, and Harry was bracing for bad news.
“Josh will be fine,” Dr. Dennison reassured him. “But there’s another issue I need to discuss with you.” The doctor hesitated, then dropped a bombshell. “Mr. Campbell, I ran additional bloodwork, and I need to ask—are you sure the boys are biologically yours?”
Harry blinked in disbelief. “What? Of course, they’re mine! Why would you even ask that?”
The doctor sighed, pushing a sheet of test results toward him. “Both Josh and Andrew have type A blood, but you and your wife are type B. This combination is genetically impossible. To be certain, I conducted a DNA test, and I’m sorry, Mr. Campbell, but the results confirm you’re not their biological father.”
The room spun. “If I’m not their father, then who…?” Harry trailed off, his voice barely audible.
Dr. Dennison’s words were clinical but devastating. “The DNA analysis shows that the boys are your half-siblings.”
Half-siblings. The term echoed in Harry’s mind as realization dawned. There was only one person who could be their biological father—his own.
The drive home was a blur. Harry’s hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. When he arrived, he found his boys happily embracing their grandfather, Robert. Fury bubbled in his chest as he watched the man he’d idolized, now seeing him in a completely different light.
“Grandpa!” the twins cheered, oblivious to the storm brewing in their father’s heart.
Harry forced a smile, but his voice was tense. “Boys, don’t you have a game night at Bobby’s? You should get going.”
As soon as the door closed behind them, Harry turned to his wife, Nancy, his voice like a whip. “Did you sleep with my father?”
Nancy froze, her face drained of color. “Harry, I…”
“Don’t lie to me!” Harry roared, slamming his hand on the table.
Robert stepped forward, attempting to intervene. “Son, let’s talk about this calmly—”
“Calmly? You want me to stay calm after learning my sons aren’t mine, but my father’s?”