😱 “Truth Comes Out: Arby Hands Over DNA Results to Anthony…”
Chapter 1: The Knock at the Door
Anthony hadn’t heard from Arby in months. Once his most trusted friend and business advisor, their relationship grew distant after the chaos surrounding Kai’s paternity began. Arby had always warned Anthony to stay cautious — but now, he was back, unannounced.
It was early morning when Anthony heard the knock.
He opened the door to find Arby, standing with an expression that was a mix of sympathy and urgency. In his hand was a manila envelope — thick, sealed, and clearly official.
"I didn’t want to bring this to you until I was sure," Arby said.
"But you need to see this. Today."
Chapter 2: The Envelope
Anthony took the envelope, heart pounding. He knew what this was. Deep down, he had feared it for weeks.
DNA results.
But not just any results. This was from the private test Arby had ordered discreetly — one that Anthony hadn’t even approved. Arby had acted out of loyalty, but also out of desperation. Too many lies had been told. Too many people had covered for Shayla.
Arby nodded slowly.
"This is the truth you asked for... even if you were too scared to admit it."
Anthony opened the envelope with trembling fingers.
Chapter 3: The Results
As Anthony read through the paper, his vision blurred. The lab results were clear — too clear.
Probability of Paternity: 0.00%
Anthony Marcel Thomas is NOT the biological father of Kai Emmanuel Thomas.
His breath caught in his throat. He dropped the paper and backed away, stunned.
"No. No, no, no. This can’t be right."
Arby knelt beside him.
"I had it run twice. I cross-checked with another lab. I even tracked down the technician. It’s real, Anthony."
The truth hit like a truck.
Shayla had lied — all along.
Chapter 4: Flashbacks and Fire
Anthony’s mind spiraled back to all the moments:
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The way Shayla used to avoid paternity questions.
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The night she cried when the hospital “lost” the original DNA results.
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The heated phone calls with Angelina.
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The whisper fights with Cocoa.
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The desperate texts she deleted when she thought he wasn’t looking.
All the signs had been there.
And still, he had believed in her. For Kai.
“She let me raise a child that wasn’t mine… and never said a word.”
Anthony’s pain turned to fury.
Chapter 5: The Confrontation
Anthony didn’t call Shayla. He showed up.
He stormed into the apartment where she’d been staying since the separation. Shayla was caught off guard — standing in her robe, holding a toy of Kai’s.
"Why are you here?" she asked, voice trembling.
Anthony tossed the DNA paper on the counter.
"You tell me."
Shayla looked at it. Her face fell. For a moment, she said nothing.
“Anthony… I can explain.”
"Don’t. Just don’t." His voice cracked. "All this time… I gave everything to you. I gave everything to him. And you let me."
Tears welled up in Shayla’s eyes.
“Because I thought you’d leave him. I thought you’d hate him.”
"He’s a child!" Anthony shouted. "You used him to keep me. You used me to lie to the world!"
Chapter 6: Amber Watches From Afar
Across town, Amber stood at her apartment window, staring out, unaware of the confrontation unfolding. Her phone buzzed — a text from Arby:
“It’s done. He knows.”
Amber’s chest tightened. She had loved Anthony. She had hated him. And now, more than anything, she just wanted peace for everyone — especially Kai.
But peace wasn’t coming. Not after this.
Chapter 7: Shayla’s Final Plea
As Anthony turned to walk away, Shayla dropped to her knees.
“Please… don’t take him from me.”
Anthony stopped at the door.
"He’s not mine to take… but he’s not yours to lie about anymore either."
And with that, he left — broken, betrayed, but finally free from the illusion that had haunted him for years.
Chapter 8: To Be Continued…
As Anthony drove off, the envelope still sitting in the passenger seat, his phone buzzed.
A new message.
From an unknown number.
“You know about Kai. But do you know who made Shayla lie?”
Anthony stared at the screen.
Because the truth might have been exposed…
But the conspiracy?
Was just beginning.
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