He Brought His Mistress to My Delivery Room Until My Doctor Taught Them a Lesson

The Secret in the Files

Security was called immediately, but Dr. Vance stood his ground, towering over the shivering, drenched couple. Julian sputtered, trying to adjust his ruined white suit, while Tiffany tried to wring out her wet red sequins, her hysterical laughter replaced by indignant shrieks.

"You can't do this to us! I'll sue this hospital and strip you of your medical license!"

Julian yelled, his voice cracking. Dr. Vance calmly adjusted his stethoscope.

"Go ahead and try, Julian. But before you call your lawyers, perhaps you should take a look at the prenatal blood work and DNA compatibility tests I just finalized."

Clara looked up, her heart pounding. She knew Julian had been trying to claim sole custody of the triplets just to spite her and secure her family’s inheritance. He had even tried to frame her as unfit, claiming the children weren't even his. Dr. Vance pulled a chart from the counter, untouched by the water.

"You see, Julian, you've been bragging about your plans to take Clara's inheritance because of these children. But according to the genetic screening we ran to prepare for the triplets' delivery, you are completely sterile. You have been since childhood."

A heavy silence fell over the room. Tiffany’s jaw dropped, and she slowly turned to look at Julian, then back at the doctor.

"Wait... what?"

Julian whispered, his face turning pale. Clara was equally stunned, but then she remembered the medical treatments she had undergone. She had used a private donor after Julian refused to get tested, a donor Clara had chosen from a highly confidential registry. But the revelations were far from over. Dr. Vance looked directly at Julian with a cold, triumphant smile.

"And do you want to know who the donor was, Julian? The one whose profile matched Clara's perfectly?"

Dr. Vance asked, his voice dripping with satisfaction.