He set both folders on the table with calm precision and nodded at me. “Yes, Claire. This has gone on for long enough.
It ends tonight.”
“Would you two skip the theatrics?” Gloria snapped. “What on earth are you being so secretive about?”
Henry glared at her. “You’re about to find out, Gloria.”
Henry opened the navy folder first and slid a printed report across the table, turning it so it faced Jason.
“Last month, Claire came to me after the insurance company contacted her regarding a discrepancy in your life insurance documents.”
Jason frowned, glancing at me. “What discrepancy?”
I squeezed his arm gently, hoping it would somehow lessen the blow of the bomb I was about to drop on him. “The report flagged something unusual,” I said.
“There are certain hereditary markers you should have inherited from your father… but you didn’t. Maybe I should’ve told you then, but I brought it to Henry instead.”
Jason chuckled nervously. “Didn’t match?
How is that possible?”
Henry turned to face Gloria. “This is the only chance I’m going to give you to speak up, Gloria. Do you want to explain, or shall I continue?”
Gloria was white as a sheet.
Her lips moved, but not a sound came out. “Very well. This,” Henry continued, handing Jason a second paper, “is the follow-up DNA test I completed after Claire showed me that paper.
I asked her to bring me some hair from your hairbrush, and I sent it off to a lab. The results are clear. Jason… biologically, I’m not your father.”
Gloria’s hands slapped flat on the table.
“That’s a lie! Claire… she tricked you somehow. She manipulated the results—”
“Don’t you dare try to pin this on Claire!” Henry pointed at Gloria.
“For years, you’ve berated her about heirs and lineage. And all the while, you were hiding the fact that the lineage you’re so desperate to maintain doesn’t even exist.”
Jason was stone-still beside me. I took his hand, and the look he gave me broke my heart.
But Henry wasn’t finished yet. Henry lifted the second folder, the manila one, and set it in front of Gloria. “These are divorce papers.
I won’t spend another day living inside your lie, or watching you tear people down to hide it.”
“How dare you!” Gloria shoved her chair back and stood. “I’ve upheld this family’s image for years, and now you want to divorce me over one little mistake? What will people think?
They’ll gossip, and—”
“Be quiet!” Henry snapped. “I gave you a chance to speak, but you didn’t take it,” Henry added, “and now all you care about is what people will say about us?” He shook his head. “You betrayed me, and this family.
I want you to leave.”
Gloria’s jaw tightened. Fury flashed in her eyes as she turned to glare at me. “This is all your fault.” She pointed at me.
“Don’t think for a minute that I’ll let you get away with ruining my life!”
Gloria stormed out of the dining room. A few moments later, the front door slammed with enough force to rattle the light fixtures. Silence settled — heavy, stunned, thick with grief and truth.
Jason stared at the report, then at Henry. His voice cracked when he finally spoke. “So… I’m not your son?”
Henry moved to him instantly, gripping his shoulders.
“No. You are my son, Jason. I raised you, and I chose you every day of your life.
We may not share a biological tie, but nothing will ever change my love for you.”
Jason let out a shaking breath, the tension in his body breaking all at once. Watching them — father and son, unshaken by biology — I understood that Gloria’s obsession with heirs and heritage had never been about family. It was nothing more than a desperate cover to hide the secret she’d been keeping for years.
And the worst part was that it didn’t seem like she’d done it for Jason or Henry’s sake, but to preserve some public image of the family. But the real family was right here at this table. And none of it had ever depended on blood.
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