I leaned back, my eyes never leaving hers. “Something I should have done a long time ago,” I replied. The Judge tore open the envelope and pulled out the papers.
His eyes widened as he scanned the contents. He cleared his throat, the room hanging on his every word. “The tests confirm that Mr.
Chandler is indeed the biological father of Marcus and Jolene,” he began, his voice steady. “However, the results for Wyatt tell a different story.”
Lenora’s hands had begun to shake, and her lawyer shifted nervously beside her. I took a deep breath, feeling a weight lifting off my shoulders that had been there since I first suspected something was amiss.
The pieces had clicked into place when Wyatt was born, his features so strikingly different from mine. The Judge continued, his tone now carrying an edge of disbelief. “Wyatt’s DNA matches neither Mr.
Chandler’s nor any other male in the Chandler family. In fact, the test results indicate an astonishing match to someone else entirely.” He paused, looking directly at Lenora. “Wyatt’s DNA matches that of Marcus.”
A collective gasp rippled through the courtroom.
Lenora’s face drained of all color, a mask of shock and devastation. The stark truth had bulldozed through her carefully constructed narrative, leaving nothing but ruins. The Judge’s voice filled the silence again, now sharp with authority.
“Mrs. Chandler, would you care to explain how this is possible?”
She stammered, words caught in her throat. “I… I don’t know… there must be a mistake,” she finally managed to say, her voice choked and unconvincing.
“The only mistake,” the Judge said, his voice now icy, “was believing that deception would go unnoticed. The court takes these matters gravely, Mrs. Chandler.”
I saw her lawyer lean in, whispering urgently, but Lenora seemed frozen, unable to process the unraveling of her plans.
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