For as long as he could remember, Harry believed he was the proud and loving father of two incredible boys—twin sons named Andrew and Josh. From their first steps to their first scraped knees, school plays, and endless bedtime stories, Harry had been there through it all. He cherished their laughter, celebrated their victories, and comforted them in times of sorrow. To Harry, being a father wasn’t just a role—it was his identity, his greatest joy, and his purpose. But everything began to unravel during what should have been a routine medical checkup. Harry had gone in for standard bloodwork, not expecting anything unusual. However, when the doctor reviewed the results, he noticed something that didn’t quite add up. Out of professional concern, the physician asked whether Harry had ever had a paternity test done. Confused, Harry asked why that was relevant. That’s when the doctor explained: Harry’s blood type was incompatible with both of the boys’. Initially, Harry brushed it off as a mistake. Perhaps the lab had…

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