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The moment the newborn was handed to her, the husband stormed into the hospital room, stared at the baby’s unusually white skin, and sneered, “Why is she White? You really think I’ll believe she’s mine?” He demanded an immediate divorce before the doctor could explain the baby’s rare pigmentation condition. She signed the papers without begging. Three weeks later, the DNA test proved he was indeed the father-and the final divorce decree revealed that by walking away, he had just legally forfeited…

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forward. I slid a silver letter opener through the wax seal and unfolded the heavy bond paper. The laboratory crest sat proudly at the top, followed by complex rows of genetic markers and allele charts.

At the bottom, printed in stark, undeniable black ink: Probability of Paternity: 99.9998%.

Marcus was Zuri’s biological father. There was no margin for continue reading …

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