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I remembered seeing Mr. and Mrs. Carter’s health reports. Both of them were type O, meaning their children should also be type O. But Eric’s last health screening–one I helped him fill out–listed him as type A.
It hit me like a freight train. How could that be possible?
I froze for a moment, then suddenly, it hit me–Mrs. Carter had known. That’s why she’d been so adamant about getting me out of the family and blocking any retesting for Eric and Noah. She was hiding something herself.
A laugh escaped me. It was like a plot twist in some soap opera, the type of story you’d never think could actually happen. If Mr. Carter and Eric found out this truth, the whole family would turn on itself. After everything they’d put me and Noah through, I knew I was going to make this right.
Determined, I went to Brooks & Wallace Law Firm to secure my finances and finalize the divorce paperwork. Besides getting Eric’s signature, there was one last thing I had to do.
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When I returned home, all three of them were there, and the house reeked of liquor. The place looked like a mess. True to form, Mrs. Carter
was the first to get up, snapping, “Why are you here again? This house isn’t yours anymore!”
I smirked, eyes on her. “I haven’t even said why I’m here yet, Mom. Why are you so anxious? Afraid I’ll say something?”
Mrs. Carter stiffened, holding her head high. “With a daughter–in–law like you, of course I’m anxious! Or would you rather I stand by and watch you ruin this family’s good name?”
I shot back, “And who’s actually ruining it? That’s still up for debate, don’t you think?”
Her face went white, then red, her gaze sharp with hatred. Eric glared at me. “What are you here for?”
I pulled the divorce papers out of my bag and tossed them on the table. “Sign it. I’m done with you all. I’m taking Noah. The rest is clearly outlined in the agreement.”
He skimmed through the document, his face twisting into a bitter smile. “Jocelyn, you must be out of your mind. You think you can cheat on me, have someone else’s child, and then waltz out of here with half our assets? Keep dreaming.”
Mr. Carter’s face turned red with anger. “How dare you! After everything, you still have the nerve to demand money and property from us? Leave, and take your bastard son with you!”
I held his gaze. “Why can’t I come back? My family paid for half of this house. I’ve got the bank receipts to prove it. Or do you think you can just accuse me of infidelity without evidence and take everything? The court might not see it your way.”
Eric clenched his fists. “You really want to take this to court? Aren’t you embarrassed enough already?”
I let out a quiet laugh. “If you want me to stay quiet, then sign it now. Otherwise, we’ll go to court and let them decide who’s right.”
I turned to Mrs. Carter, smiling faintly. “What do you say, Mom? The court might order another paternity test. They might want proof of this so–called infidelity. Think they’ll side with you?”
