Chapter 3

"Bang!"

The bottle shattered on impact, bright red blood mixing with wine and flowing down.

"Ahh!"

Adrian clutched his head, letting out a pig-like shriek of pain.

"Henry, you're insane!"

Chloe was furious. She quickly pressed a towel to Adrian's wound and held him in her arms protectively.

"Adrian, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Adrian looked at her with reddened eyes, his voice choked with grievance:

"Chloe, this is all my fault. I made Henry unhappy. Please don't blame him."

Even now, Adrian was still trying to win Chloe's favor.

Chloe held him tightly, then turned to scream at me:

"Henry, you're a complete lunatic."

"I want a divorce."

"Fine, I agree."

My voice was calm without a ripple.

Chloe froze, not expecting me to agree so easily.

Under Chloe's disbelieving gaze, I turned and walked out of the room.

On the way home, I contacted a private investigator.

My requirements were clear:

"Check all of Chloe's movements over the past five years. Call records, purchase records, everything you can find. The more detailed, the better."

Opening the door, my five-year-old son Ryan was playing with toys in the living room.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

Seeing my serious expression, Ryan asked with concern.

I smiled and ruffled his hair.

Looking closely, Ryan didn't really look like me—he resembled his mother Chloe more.

But over the past five years, out of complete trust in Chloe, I'd never questioned Ryan's parentage.

But now, having heard that conversation with my own ears, I found it somewhat difficult to look directly at this child I'd raised with my own hands.

Pretending there was something in his hair, I took the opportunity to pull out two of Ryan's hairs.

Calling a courier, I sent the hair samples to two different paternity testing centers.

I paid for rush processing on both. The wait was both long and agonizing.

The moment the results came out, my nerves instantly tensed and my heart pounded irregularly.

I opened the electronic report, skipped the beginning, and went straight to the last page.

Based on DNA analysis, the possibility that Henry is the biological father of the tested sample (Ryan) is excluded at 99.99%.

Two reports, identical results.

I couldn't help but laugh bitterly at myself.

Five years. A full 1,825 days.

I had devoted myself completely to Chloe, to Ryan, to our family, pouring in all my effort and heart.

In the end, I was just a complete fool who had raised someone else's son for five years.

Adrian was right—I was a fucking idiot.

Raising someone else's son and feeling so proud of myself.

I didn't think there could be a bigger fool in the world than me.

I wondered how Chloe and Adrian laughed at me in private.

Rage, humiliation, and resentment all gathered in my heart. I clenched my fists hard.

I used almost all my strength to barely suppress the destructive impulse in my heart.

I took out my phone and made a call:

"Santos, prepare a divorce agreement for me."

Ignoring the shock on the other end, I calmly told him to hurry.