~Marcus’s POV~The private investigator’s voice on the other end of the line was calm, clinical, and devastating.“Mr. Calloway… the DNA results are conclusive. The twins are biologically yours. Probability over 99.9%. They are your sons.”I stood frozen in the middle of my office, phone pressed to my ear, the world tilting violently beneath my feet. The report continued, but I barely heard the rest, financial trails, timelines, confirmation that Andrew had been with Isla almost immediately after I threw her out.My sons. Owen and Oliver…. are mine.Those two little boys with my eyes, my lips, the ones I had dismissed as another man’s bastards five years ago, they were truly my blood.A sound tore from my throat, raw and broken. I staggered back until my legs hit the desk, sliding down to the floor. The phone slipped from my hand.I couldn't believe it.I had thrown their mother out while she carried them. I had pointed a gun at her. I had screamed that I would rip them from her body
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