Chapter Seventy-two

"This better be a joke."

Jackson Oden's voice cut the silence in the estate conference room as if with a knife. The huge wall monitor displayed a grainy video with the name of the clinic only barely readable in the background: Fertility & Hope Reproductive Center.

There, on the screen, stood Stacy Royce.

The tape wasn't salacious-looking—just her speaking softly at a front counter, filling out forms. But the date on the tape, the time stamp several months before she'd ever claimed to have been pregnant with Luke's children, contradicted all she'd ever said to them.

Victor folded his arms from where he had taken up his position beside the table. "Anonymous leak. Presumably from the receptionist, or records. They were paid for it, but not by us. Someone else wished it to be publicized."

Jackson snarled a curse. "She was never bearing his children. It was all a setup."

"Yeah, she was shopping for egg donors," Victor went on. "And there's a consult transcript we were able to procure legal