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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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wearing a charcoal grey suit that rivaled Marcus’s own tailor, my hair pulled back into a severe, unyielding knot at the nape of my neck. Naomi flanked me on my left, carrying a stack of black binders. Dr. Thorne, looking distinctly uncomfortable in a tweed suit rather than his usual clinical lab coat, walked on my right.

And strapped securely to my continue reading …

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