Chapter 3 - The Fertility Clinic
The silence in the consultation room became suffocating. Lorraine gasped, dropping her coffee cup directly into the trash can. She stared at her son in utter disbelief.
"You had a vasectomy?" Lorraine demanded, her voice shrill with panic. "Preston, you are the sole heir to the Whitford estate! Your grandfather's trust requires a blood heir!"
"That's exactly why I didn't tell you!" Preston yelled back, his polished facade entirely shattering. He pointed a shaking finger at Megan. "I didn't want the pressure! I didn't want kids! So explain to me how she got pregnant with twins if I'm sterile, Doctor! She obviously stole my brother's DNA or something insane!"
Megan finally spoke. Her voice was weak, raspy from the anesthesia, but it carried a cold, unshakeable strength.
"I didn't steal anything, Preston," Megan said, opening her eyes to look at the man who had just tried to ruin her life while their children were on life support. "I went to the fertility clinic. The one we used when we froze our embryos five years ago, right after we got married. Before you decided to secretly cut me out of your future."
Preston froze. His mouth opened and closed silently.
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"I forged your signature on the release forms," Megan confessed, completely unapologetic. "Because you were never home. Because you were always 'working late.' Because I wanted the family we promised each other."
👉 What shocking detail about Sienna's pregnancy is the doctor about to reveal?
