Chapter 4 - The Secret DonorThe investigation took two weeks.
The donor identity was sealed.
But the financial records weren't.
We discovered payments to a private fertility broker.
The broker had been paid by a company controlled by Marcus Albright.
Connor's younger cousin.
Marcus had disappeared from Atlanta six months earlier.
That wasn't coincidence.
Rebecca stared at the records.
“There's more.”
She handed me a photograph.
Marcus.
Paige.
And another man.
The man was standing outside a fertility clinic.
I recognized him.
Dr. Adrian Cole.
The same doctor who had treated Connor years earlier.
I called him.
He refused to meet.
So I went to his office.
He looked terrified when he saw me.
“Mrs. Albright.”
“Tell me the truth.”
“I can't.”
“You can.”
I placed the legal order on his desk.
He stared at it.
Then sighed.
“Connor's fertility diagnosis was correct.”
“I know.”
“The twins were conceived using donor material.”
“I know.”
“Connor didn't father them.”
“I know.”
Dr. Cole looked at me.
“Then what do you want?”
“The donor.”
He shook his head.
“I'm legally prohibited.”
“Then tell me something else.”
He hesitated.
“Was the donor connected to the Albright family?”
His face changed.
That was enough.
I leaned forward.
“Who?”
“I can't say.”
“Was it Marcus?”
“No.”
“Was it someone Connor knew?”
Silence.
I understood.
“Connor knew the donor.”
Dr. Cole looked down.
“Yes.”
I left.
Outside, Rebecca was waiting.
“What did you learn?”
“Connor knows who the biological father is.”
“Who?”
“I don't know.”
“But it's someone close to him.”
“Yes.”
That evening, Connor came to my apartment.
I didn't invite him inside.
“Why are you here?”
“I need to talk.”
“About?”
“The babies.”
I stared at him.
“Tell me the truth.”
He looked exhausted.
“Their biological father is someone I can't expose.”
“Why?”
“Because he's dangerous.”
I almost laughed.
“You're a mafia family, Connor.”
His eyes narrowed.
“You don't know everything.”
“No.”
I stepped closer.
“But I know enough.”
He lowered his voice.
“If you expose him, people could die.”
I stared at him.
“Who?”
He didn't answer.
Then a black SUV stopped across the street.
Connor looked toward it.
His face changed.
“Get inside.”
“What?”
“Now.”
The SUV doors opened.
Two men stepped out.
Connor grabbed my arm.
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“Run.”
And suddenly, the divorce wasn't the most important problem anymore.
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