Roman
The second Vivienne read the DNA report, I knew everything had changed.
She stood completely still.
The papers trembled in her hands.
"No."
The word came out as a whisper.
Across the table, the woman watched her calmly.
Almost like she had expected this reaction.
Vivienne looked up.
"You're lying."
The woman didn't even blink.
"I wish I was."
The room remained silent.
Nobody knew what to say.
Not even me.
Because if the documents were real, then Julian wasn't some distant enemy.
He was family.
A hidden son.
A hidden heir.
A hidden weapon.
Vivienne dropped the papers onto the table.
"My mother never had another child."
The woman finally sighed.
"Margaret was sixteen."
Everyone froze.
She continued.
"The pregnancy was hidden."
I felt Vivienne tense beside me.
