Chapter 8 - The Clinic's Final Secret
My entire body went completely cold at Harrison's terrifying words.
"Why would that clinic have a file on me?" I asked, my voice barely above a frantic whisper.
"The detective on the phone said the file contains highly classified genetic transfer documents," Harrison explained grimly.
We walked out of the chaotic warehouse and stepped into the cool, refreshing night air.
I needed to know exactly what was hidden inside that medical file immediately.
Harrison drove us directly to the local FBI field office, where the seized evidence was being processed.
Detective Miller met us in a quiet conference room, placing a thick manila folder on the metal table.
"You need to prepare yourself, Victoria, because this is a massive violation of your medical rights," the detective warned me gently.
I opened the folder with trembling fingers and began to read the heavily redacted clinic logs.
During the years Christopher and I were undergoing those endless fertility tests, the clinic had harvested my viable eggs.
Christopher had explicitly signed a release form, completely without my knowledge or consent.
He had secretly sold my genetic material to the clinic to help fund his failing business ventures early in our marriage.
I felt physically sick, my stomach churning with a violent mixture of profound betrayal and blinding rage.
Harrison placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, his presence grounding me in reality.
"I am going to make sure that clinic is sued into absolute oblivion," Harrison vowed with quiet, deadly anger.
I continued flipping through the shocking documents, searching for the final piece of this horrible puzzle.
"Wait, if they took my eggs, who did they sell them to?" I asked, my eyes scanning the heavily coded recipient list.
Detective Miller sighed heavily, pointing to a specific transaction date.
"They didn't sell them to a stranger, Victoria," the detective explained softly.
"David bought them when he purchased the clinic, and he used them for Michelle's IVF procedure."
The room started to spin uncontrollably around me.
David hadn't just used his own genetic material to create heirs to steal the family trust.
He had used mine to ensure the children possessed the high intelligence and traits he admired, while simultaneously mocking his brother.
"The twins," I gasped, tears finally spilling over my eyelashes.
"Biologically speaking, Victoria, those beautiful babies are actually yours," Harrison confirmed softly.
I collapsed into the hard plastic chair, completely overwhelmed by the absolute madness of the situation.
My ex-husband had cheated on me to have a family, only to unknowingly raise his brother's children.
And Michelle, the woman who betrayed me, had actually carried my biological children into the world.
Suddenly, the heavy conference room door swung open with a loud bang.
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Evelyn Lawson walked in, looking fiercely determined and flanked by a massive team of elite corporate lawyers.
"I just heard the news, Victoria, and we have a very serious custody battle to discuss right now," Evelyn demanded.
