Paul’s eyes filled with guilt.
“Yes. But not with Carol’s embryo.”
The room spun.
“What are you saying?”
His voice cracked.
“The baby is biologically yours.”
I felt like the oxygen had vanished.
“And Rob’s.”
For several seconds, I genuinely couldn’t process the words.
“No,” I whispered.
Paul nodded slowly.
“Rob arranged another fertilization procedure using your egg without properly informing you. He altered the paperwork before the final signatures.”
I looked down at the sleeping baby in horror.
My baby.
My son.
The realization crashed into me so violently I started shaking.
“You knew?” I whispered.
Paul closed his eyes.
“I found out three months ago.”
The betrayal hit almost as hard as the truth itself.
“You knew for three months and said nothing?”
