Andrew opened the door with his key.
He walked to the bar and poured himself a shot of whiskey. He stared into the amber liquid, the burn of the drink matching the bitter realization settling in his chest.
He couldn't believe he had fallen for his mother's stories for so long. Everything she had told him, now felt like a well-rehearsed lie.
If that was so, then the truth was finally unavoidable. Adrian was his real father.
He finished the drink in one gulp and headed upstairs toward the bedroom.
....
Meanwhile, Zara sat on the floor of her home, clutching the DNA report. It was pretty clear, the Chairman was not Andrew's biological father.
0.00%.
The numbers on the paper stared back at her, as though mocking her.
How the hell was this even possible. She wasn't with anyone except the chairman, as at the time Andrew was born.
The truth however was still devastating.
