😱 FINALLY: Anthony Finds Out the Truth About Kai’s DNA Test — Through His Lawyer! DNA Report BELOW👇
😱 FINALLY: Anthony Finds Out the Truth About Kai’s DNA Test — Through His Lawyer!
It was late in the evening when Anthony’s phone buzzed on his desk. He had just returned from work, exhausted, still in his suit, the tie loosened. The name flashing on the screen made his stomach tighten:
“Mark Whitman – Attorney.”
Anthony answered immediately.
“Mark? Everything okay?”
On the other end, Mark’s tone was low and urgent.
“Anthony… I think you need to sit down for this.”
Anthony’s pulse quickened. He grabbed a chair and sank into it. “Just tell me.”
Mark hesitated, shuffling papers audibly in the background.
“You asked me three weeks ago to quietly request those records… the ones from the private lab?”
“Yes… about Kai’s DNA test,” Anthony said, gripping the phone tighter. “Did you find something?”
Mark exhaled sharply. “Anthony, the test you were shown… it wasn’t the original result. It was altered. The documentation from the lab proves it. Someone paid to have the record changed before it reached you.”
Anthony froze. His mind immediately jumped to Shayla — to her nervous stares whenever Kai’s name came up, to the way she avoided talking about the test results.
“Wait,” Anthony’s voice trembled, “are you saying… Kai might not even be mine?”
Mark spoke carefully. “The real DNA profile — the one I retrieved through a court-authorized request — says there is no biological match between you and Kai.”
Anthony felt his world tilt. He stood up abruptly, knocking over a glass of water on the desk.
“No… no, that’s impossible. Shayla swore to me—she cried—” His voice broke.
“Anthony,” Mark interrupted gently, “the evidence is clear. And there’s more… the person who requested the alteration is listed in the lab’s ledger.”
Anthony’s heart pounded in his ears. “Who?” he demanded.
Mark’s words landed like a bomb.
“Angelina.”
Anthony staggered back, gripping the edge of the desk to steady himself. Angelina… Shayla’s closest friend. She had been around since Kai was born, always ready with advice, always covering for Shayla.
Memories began flashing in Anthony’s mind — Angelina whispering to Shayla outside the hospital room, her sudden coldness whenever Anthony mentioned a second test, the way she once said, “Families aren’t always about blood, Anthony.”
“Mark… I need proof,” Anthony said, his voice now cold, sharp.
“I’ve already emailed you the full report and the authorization forms. It’s ironclad. You can confront them, or we can proceed legally.”
Anthony ended the call without another word. His hands trembled as he opened the email, staring at the scanned documents — the original DNA match: 0% probability. The payment receipt signed by Angelina herself.
A storm brewed in Anthony’s chest as he grabbed his car keys. He didn’t even change out of his suit. He drove through the night, the city lights blurring past, until he pulled up in front of Shayla’s apartment.
Inside, Shayla was on the couch with Kai, reading him a bedtime story. The sight tore at Anthony’s heart. He loved that boy… but the truth was out now.
Shayla looked up, startled. “Anthony? What are you doing here so late?”
Anthony’s voice was eerily calm. “Where’s Angelina?”
Shayla froze, the color draining from her face. “Why… why do you ask?”
He stepped closer, throwing the printed report onto the coffee table. “Because I just spoke to my lawyer. I know the truth about Kai’s DNA test. And I know who helped you lie.”
Shayla’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Kai, sensing the tension, looked up from his book. “Mommy?”
Tears welled in Shayla’s eyes. She whispered, “Anthony… please… I can explain—”
“Explain?” Anthony’s voice cracked, filled with betrayal. “You let me believe he was my son. You let me build my life around him… and you lied to me every single day!”
Shayla sobbed, reaching out. “Anthony, I didn’t want to lose you—Kai needed a father—”
But Anthony stepped back, shaking his head, his hands trembling with rage and heartbreak. “This isn’t over, Shayla. You’ll hear from Mark again… but next time, it won’t be a phone call. It’ll be in court.”
As Anthony stormed out into the night, Shayla collapsed to the floor, clutching Kai tightly. Her cries echoed through the apartment, while Anthony drove away, the lawyer’s words repeating in his head like a drumbeat:
“There is no biological match.”
And for the first time in years, Anthony felt like a stranger in his own life — betrayed, shattered, but determined to uncover every single lie that had been buried.
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