“She did not sign those papers to help me, because she signed them to control exactly who could see me,” I replied.
“Alyssa received a package in my office around that time,” Damian said.
“The baby ultrasound was inside that package,” I told him.
His face hardened instantly.
“She claims she never opened it,” Damian muttered.
“Three days after she received it, she wrote to me saying that you knew enough and told me to stop making you suffer,” I said.
Damian was completely speechless.
The official DNA results came in the next day, showing a 99.99 percent probability of paternity for all three children.
Hours later, a gossip website published an article claiming that I was hiding three wealthy heirs, and a strange photographer suddenly appeared outside the children’s school.
“Can you make us stop belonging to that man?” Atlas asked me, crying.
I held him tightly until his small body stopped shaking.
