JULIAN
I stared at the blood test results in my hand, reading the same words over and over until they blurred together. The DNA comparison was conclusive—the boy was mine. My son. Not Wesley Sterling's.
Every assumption I'd made, every bitter thought I'd harbored over the past weeks, shattered into dust.
Fabian was my flesh and blood.
I let the papers fall to my desk, leaning back in my chair as the weight of this revelation crashed over me. Vanessa hadn't betrayed me with Wesley. She'd been pregnant with my child when she disappeared—when I thought she had died.
For six years, my son had grown up without me. Without knowing his true father.
A sharp knock on my door broke through my spiraling thoughts.
"Enter," I called, quickly sliding the test results into a drawer.
Marcus stepped in, his expression grim. My Beta had been working tirelessly on the investigation into Vanessa's past, unaware that the latest results had just upended everything.
