I watched his eyes move across the letters, then stall.

“Marcus Vance,” the General read aloud, his voice dropping an octave.

“My son.”

My mother gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.

My father stood up, his face dark. “This is a setup. General, my daughter has fabricated these documents to destroy my family.”

“The lab results are certified, Father,” I said without looking at him. “The chain of custody is fully documented on page three.”

“But the paternity is only the background of the issue, General,” I continued, turning back to the commander.

“The real issue is what Lieutenant Colonel Carter did with this information.”

I pulled the second set of papers from the blue folder.

These were printouts of text messages, emails, and bank ledger transfers, all neatly organized by date.

“Andrew discovered the truth five years ago,” I said.

“Instead of confronting his wife, he chose to use the information to his financial and professional advantage.”

Andrew finally spoke, his voice a desperate whisper. “Emily, stop. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I know exactly what I am doing, Andrew,” I said.