“The results are already back,” Alexander said.

“I am their father.”

“There is no doubt.”

Victoria closed the distance between them.

She smelled of expensive French perfume and cold air.

“It does not matter what some third-rate clinic says,” she hissed.

“The official record says otherwise.”

“The court will look at the documents we filed seven years ago.”

“Those documents are legal reality, Alexander.”

“Not anymore,” I said.

My phone vibrated in my coat pocket.

It was a long, continuous buzz.

At the same moment, Alexander’s phone began to chime in his pocket.

Even the two men by the elevator had their phones buzz in unison.

Victoria frowned, her brow furrowing.

Alexander pulled his phone out.

I did the same.

The screen of my phone was covered in news alerts.

The first notification was from the *New York Chronicle*.

The headline was bold and took up the entire screen.

*STERLING EMPIRE SHATTERED: GENETIC PROOF CONFIRMS CEO’S SECRET TWINS.*

I tapped the link.

My hands were shaking.

An article appeared, complete with high-resolution scans of documents.

They were the DNA test results Alexander had taken the day before.