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…
in your blood sample. It is a biological certainty. To deny it further borders on clinical delusion.”
Beatrice’s crystal water glass slipped from her trembling fingers. It shattered loudly against the mahogany floor, the sparkling water seeping into the obscenely expensive Persian rug. Her face was a mask of sheer, unadulterated terror.
