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Chapter 19: The Truth Unfolds

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Marcus arrived at Sterling Tower fifteen minutes later, Sienna pale and quiet beside him.

We met in Calloway's private office—the one with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan, the city sprawling beneath us like a jeweled web. It was past midnight now, the building empty except for security and the four of us.

Marcus's eyes were sharp, alert despite the late hour. "What's this about?"

Calloway didn't waste time. He pulled up the files on his large monitor, the clinic records filling the screen in damning detail.

"Your father," Calloway said flatly, "has administrative access to Carter Fertility Clinic. On September 11th, he used that access to switch two fertility samples. Mine and Damien Anderson's. As a result, Elena got pregnant with my child instead of her ex-husband's."

Marcus stared at the screen. His face went white.

"That's..." He moved closer, scanning the logs. "No. My father wouldn't—"

"He did." I pulled up the financial records. "The Brooks Family Trust paid the
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  • EX-HUSBAND'S REGRET (It's Too Late To Apologise)   Chapter 19: The Truth Unfolds

    Marcus arrived at Sterling Tower fifteen minutes later, Sienna pale and quiet beside him.We met in Calloway's private office—the one with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan, the city sprawling beneath us like a jeweled web. It was past midnight now, the building empty except for security and the four of us.Marcus's eyes were sharp, alert despite the late hour. "What's this about?"Calloway didn't waste time. He pulled up the files on his large monitor, the clinic records filling the screen in damning detail."Your father," Calloway said flatly, "has administrative access to Carter Fertility Clinic. On September 11th, he used that access to switch two fertility samples. Mine and Damien Anderson's. As a result, Elena got pregnant with my child instead of her ex-husband's."Marcus stared at the screen. His face went white."That's..." He moved closer, scanning the logs. "No. My father wouldn't—""He did." I pulled up the financial records. "The Brooks Family Trust paid the

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    The fertility clinic looked different at night.Carter Fertility sat on Fifth Avenue, all glass and marble, the kind of place that screamed discreet wealth. During the day, it would be bustling with hopeful couples. But at 9 PM on a Thursday, it was nearly empty except for security and the skeleton night staff."This is insane," I whispered as Calloway adjusted my wig—blonde, shoulder-length, nothing like my dark hair. He wore glasses and a baseball cap pulled low. "We're breaking into a medical facility.""We're not breaking in. We're visiting." He squeezed my hand. "Marcus's contact got us clearance. We're a couple inquiring about services. Just very dedicated couple who prefer evening consultations.""And if someone recognizes us?""They won't." His voice was certain. But I saw the tension in his jaw, the way his eyes swept the lobby like he was calculating exit routes.The receptionist barely looked up when we entered. Young, bored, scrolling through her phone behind the desk. Her

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