Father Finds out His Twin Sons Are Actually His Brothers — Story of the Day

When medical examinations showed that the twin boys Harry had raised as his sons weren’t actually his, he was astonished.

He went home in rage to face his wife, only to discover a fact that would permanently destroy his family.

At the pediatrician’s office, Harry observed with a smile as his boys laughed over something. “Dr. Dennison,” Harry said uneasily as the physician walked in.

“Mr. Campbell. Please have a seat,” the doctor said, taking a seat across from Harry after shaking his hands. “I actually wanted to talk to you in private, Mr. Campbell. The boys can wait outside.”

Harry wondered if this was bad news, and his heart raced. Dr. Dennison had suggested more testing and urged Harry to have a blood test in case a transfusion was required because Josh had significant anemia despite the fact that his boys were twins. Thankfully, his other son, Andrew, was totally healthy.

As the guys departed, Harry queried the doctor uneasily, “So, do we have a final clarity on how to proceed?”

“Calm down, Mr. Campbell,” said Dr. Dennison, leaning back in his saddle. “Right now, my primary concern isn’t Josh. Yes, he has an iron deficiency, but we’ll start with supplements, possibly intravenously. I wanted to talk to you about something else.”

Harry exhaled a breath of calm. His son was in good health.

Harry felt shivers down his spine as the doctor inquired, “Did you adopt the boys, Mr. Campbell?” “This is a little sensitive, but your blood type is incompatible with the boys.”

“Well, that isn’t very strange, right? I mean, in a lot of cases, biological parents can’t donate to their kids because they are a mix of two people,” Harry replied.

The physician concurred, “Yes, sir. Some biological parents can’t donate,” “But what I mean is that you can’t be the boys’ father. Blood type isn’t the ultimate factor in determining paternity, but both your twins’ blood types are A. You and your wife are both B.”

Harry whispered, “What…But this is impossible,” to himself.

The doctor pushed a pair of documents toward Harry and said, “I’m sorry, sir. I saw these results a couple of days ago, so I took the liberty of running a DNA test on your samples too. I understand this is hard to hear, but there’s more.”

Harry glanced at the doctor in surprise as he gathered papers to peruse. The term “half-siblings” in the records stared back at him, but there were many medical terms he didn’t understand.

Harry was shocked as he gazed up at Dr. Dennison. “That’s right, Mr. Campbell. Andrew and Josh and technically your half-siblings, not your sons.”

Harry was incredulous. He had reared children for twelve years, but they weren’t his. Nancy must have been with his father since they had to be his. But that didn’t make any sense. When he presented her to his parents, she was already expecting.

When they arrived home, Harry took longer to exit the vehicle. He heard his boys shout, “Grandpa! We missed you!” all of a sudden.

Harry’s eyes were red and he balled his hands tightly. However, Josh and Andrew would be present, so he couldn’t barge into the house and confront his father and wife. So as he entered, he feigned a smile.

He said firmly, “What are you doing here, Dad?”

However, he didn’t even wait for his dad to answer. Harry’s blood boiled from the wrath he had kept inside all the way from the doctor’s. He turned to the lads and forced a smile, saying, “Boys, weren’t you going to Bobby’s house for a game night?”

“Right, Daddy! Andrew, let’s go!” Harry became agitated as the boys gathered their controllers and departed the home.

He yelled at his wife, “Did you sleep with my father, Nancy?”

Nancy’s face went white.

“Son, look, it’s not what you think,” Robert, his father, stopped him. Harry, however, was not paying attention.

“DNA doesn’t lie, Nancy!” he said, giving his wife a fierce look. “I want to know the truth!”

Nancy was unable to meet her husband’s gaze. She told herself, “Harry has every right to be angry,” as he thought back to that fateful night thirteen years ago.

Nancy was moving through the dance floor to go to the bar area, enjoying the pace of the music. A smell of pricey male cologne filled her nostrils as she waited for her beverages.

Nancy noticed a sharp-jawed, silver-haired man smiling at her from her left. He boldly asked, “Can I buy you a drink?” Nancy was flattered by the attention. Although he was twice her age, the man had good looks.

Nearly shouting at him above the loud music, she said, “I’m already getting something for my girlfriends!”

“Oh, you and your friends are going on a girls’ trip?”With a lovely smile, the man moved closer to her and proceeded.

Nancy didn’t even notice when the bartender served her shots. “I’m Nancy.”

“Robert,” he said.

The next morning, Nacy woke up in his bed, and the next thing they knew, they were making out in the elevator. After ordering breakfast and chatting for some time, Robert stated he had to go.

Nancy was okay with the fact that she would never see him again. Her trip to Las Vegas had been passionate and daring, just what she had been looking for. But when Nancy discovered she was pregnant three weeks later, she came to regret the one-night encounter.

Nancy was afraid she would have trouble getting pregnant later, so she didn’t want to end the pregnancy. So, unsure of what to do or where to go, she left the gynecologist’s office.

However, she longed to speak with someone. Nancy confided in her friend Anna because she was feeling lost and heartbroken.

“Don’t tell me you’re having this baby alone! I mean, c’mon, is there no way you can get in touch with that Vegas guy?”

“Nope,” sighed Nancy.

“Hey, ladies!” a man’s voice cut through their solemn exchange. “I’m Oliver, and this is my friend, Harry. We saw you two being overly serious here, and we thought we should come over and cheer you guys up.”

Anna thought Oliver was kind of hot, and Nancy was too sweet to push the guys away. Harry and Nancy were left alone to converse for hours after she accompanied him to the dance floor.

“Hey, Nancy, let’s go to the lady’s room,” she abruptly demanded, cutting them off in action. Excusing herself, Nancy went to join Anna. “He seems nice. Las Vegas was only three weeks ago. He will never know,” she said to her in the bathroom. “Sleep with him.”

Nancy initially said no. She wouldn’t act in such a reprehensible manner. She could become a single mother, and she had a job and a degree. The idea of having a father for her child, however, made Nancy reconsider, and she ended up sharing a bed with Harry that night.

Harry repeated the three enchanted words while kneeling a few months later. Nancy almost instantly responded “yes,” and they shared a kiss. Everything was flawless.

A few days later, Harry informed her, “They’re going to love you,” while they stood on his parents’ front porch. At last, he was presenting her to his parents.

She rubbed her stomach and murmured, “Oh, God. They’re going to be mad,” but Harry insisted that everything would be alright.

Harry’s mother, Miriam, embraced him with open arms as the door opened with a loud voice. Nancy got into trouble once she smelled something—that enticing perfume.

Harry stepped back from his father and said, “Dad, this is my fiancée,” only to show Robert. Harry went on to say, “But as you can see, there’s another surprise in store,” bringing Nancy along as they went inside. “We’re having twins!”

Miriam, Harry’s mother, was the epitome of joy as she embraced Nancy tightly while paying attention to her belly.

“She should see your baby pictures, Harry!” Miriam exclaimed. Eventually, she and Harry left Nancy and Robert alone to go get the baby album.

Robert said, “Nancy is it—” but she interrupted him.

“They’re Harry’s. I had no idea he was your son. But these babies are his. Let’s do what they say, ‘What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.'”

Additionally, Robert and Nancy made the decision to keep the one-night stand a secret.

Today…

Harry erupted, “Tell me, Dad!” at that. “How is it that our pediatrician of several years had to tell MY SONS are my SIBLINGS? How did it happen?”

Robert said, “It happened in Vegas,” and he defected.

“Vegas…” shrugged Harry. “The trip you took with Anna and your friends a few weeks before you met me, and we slept together?”

Nancy nodded without being able to speak.

He questioned sharply, “Did you know you were pregnant already?”

“Yes,” she said with a drooping head.

Harry yelled, “You baby-trapped me, but not even with my own babies!”

“Son, I’m sorry,” Robert said. “Although, in my defense, she told me they were yours.”

Nancy shouted, “You’re a monster!” at him. “You knew! You can’t put the entire blame on me!”

Harry had a flashback to a time when they weren’t so irate when they began arguing. He then considered the boys—his boys—who, despite Harry and Nancy’s blue eyes, had his father’s brown eyes. He should have questioned it sooner, but he didn’t.

Nancy shouted at Robert, “They’ll never know you’re their real father!” Harry stroked his neck, reflecting.

“Is our father Grandpa?Josh inquired, and they all turned to look at the twins and their friend Bobby standing in the doorway in shock.

“Dad?Andrew turned to face Harry, who was unable to grin despite his best efforts; his sons could see the truth in his eyes as he kept the poker mask he had worn since the encounter with Dr. Dennison.

He mumbled to the twins, “I’m sorry,” as he was too exhausted to do anything else.

When a man makes fun of his unemployed wife and one day returns home to find her gone, he finds a message indicating that she plans to file for divorce. Can he stop her from doing so and keep their marriage intact?

On a crisp, chilly October morning, Harry was thrilled to be presenting his game app, a project he had dedicated the last six months to.

When eight o’clock rolled around, Harry walked into the dining room, absorbed in his phone and hardly recognizing his wife, Sara, and his boys, Cody and Sonny.

She said, “Morning, honey,” to Sara.

The boys all chimed, “Good morning, Daddy,” simultaneously.

Disregarding them, Harry quickly returned to his room after grabbing a piece of toast.

Where’s my white shirt, Sara?Harry’s voice echoed loudly around the room.

When Sara said, “It’s in the wash with the other whites,”

Upon entering the dining room, Harry said, “That’s my lucky shirt! It was necessary for today!”

“Until recently, I didn’t have enough whites for a complete load. There are other white shirts you own!”

“You’re making excuses on a day that’s important to me?Harry shot back.

“Harry, you’re overreacting. What counts is your presentation. It’s only a shirt. So please don’t bark.”

“Really? Am I barking? Now you want to do this?”

“What are you doing, Harry? You’re making a big deal out of nothing. And with everyone’s attention focused on your goddamn presentation, nobody would care what color shirt you’re wearing.”

“A presentation, dang it? Did you just say that? Come on again. Are you aware of how hard I’ve been working on that project day and night?”

“Be careful what you say. The children.

“You sit at home all day doing nothing,” Harry exclaimed, “is it too difficult to remember one basic thing? You do nothing at home but blah blah blah.

“Stop it, Harry. The children are observing. You’re frightening them.

“Really? Additionally, no one keeps an eye on you while you’re constantly talking with your friends on the goddamn phone.

I guess no one watches that, Sara. If you can’t even do something basic for me, you’ll never be a nice wife!”

After putting on an arbitrary suit, Harry grabbed his briefcase and raced out of the home.

Harry was expecting an apologetic call from Sara, who always did so after their arguments, following a successful presentation and getting the promotion, but this time there were none.

With white roses in hand, he thought he would gain her apology nevertheless, but when he got home, the flat was vacant, and there was a note from Sara on the table that said, “I want a divorce.”

Harry called Zara, Sara’s sister, in confusion and anxiety, and she told him that Sara was in the hospital. Harry hurried to the hospital, only to be confronted by a furious Zara, who said, “You told her she was not ‘wife’ enough for you?”

“Look, let’s discuss this later, okay?”

Harry hurried to the doctor and said, “Is my wife okay, doctor? Is she available for me to see?”

“The attack was not severe. There is no threat to her. However, she must now attend to her health. She needs to rest, so go ahead and take just 10 minutes.”

Harry approached Sara as he stumbled into the ward, trying to make a grin.

“I’m sorry, honey. Let me explain, please. I—”

“I’d prefer not to hear anything. I’m finished. The only thing I want is a divorce.

“What—what? Why…well, you’re going too far.”

“I had plans and goals… I damaged my life by choosing you over every other option,” she added. “It’s too late to apologize, Harry.”

“Please, honey. He begged, “We can figure this out together.

“No, I’m no longer able to do this. I can’t pretend to be someone else. To you. And to the children. I feel old even though I’m thirty-two. I simply despise you, Harry. You’re really repulsive.”

“Sara, what about the children?”

“I’m in a tough spot to provide for them…So they’re staying with you.”

Harry stopped talking and hurried from the hospital to Zara’s house to pick up his children.

He ordered pizza and ice cream for dinner at home, and after putting the kids to bed, he called his buddy Alex, who informed him that Sara might have simply lost her mind and would be home shortly.

When his children woke him up the following morning, Harry realized he was running late when he glanced at his watch, and in the bustle of the morning, he burned his shirt and the French toast while balancing the kids’ school preparations.

He screamed, “Oh, no, the toast,” as he hurried to save breakfast.

“Daddy, what’s going on?Amid the confusion, the children inquired.

“It’s only the smoke detector. Harry urged them not to worry, but the situation only worsened.

He was running late for a crucial meeting, so he said, “I’ll get dressed quickly, and let’s grab something good to eat on the way to school, yeah?”

He arrived late to the meeting after dropping the children off at school. “I apologize! You know, traffic.

Harry discovered more evidence of Sara’s departure when he got home in the evening: her possessions were gone. “Did she really abandon me?Overwhelmed, he questioned.

“Whatever happened to Mommy’s belongings and photos, Daddy?The boys inquired.

Unaware, Harry dialed Zara.

Zara, is this a joke of some sort? Here came your sister. took everything she owned. And abandoned me? With the children?”

“She’d told you, hadn’t she, Harry?” Zara said him icily. After that, the connection became silent. “You took my sister for granted.”

After five months without Sara, Harry found it difficult to manage his job and his children, and his performance at work suffered.

He was invited for a beer one day by his boss, Mr. Adams, who mentioned Harry’s recent job problems at the pub.

“We’ve noticed that you’ve been arriving late and missing deadlines, Harry. And, if you understand, we’re a company,” Mr. Adams stated.

“So, you plan to let your best game developer go?” Harry asked in an attempt to lighten the situation.”

Harry was friends with Mr. Adams as well, and Harry could never have anticipated what would happen next.

“I’m afraid, yeah,” Mr. Adams said gravely, “but I have no control over it. I’ll make wise suggestions for you.”

“What? Don’t do this, please! For my children, I need this career.”

Harry stormed off in frustration when Mr. Adams remained mute, and as he did, his phone rang—it was Sara.

“Sara?”Surprised,” Harry said.

“Can we have a little conversation at five, Harry? At the coffee shop where we initially…?”Sara inquired.

When Sara and Harry met at a café to talk about their kids, she disclosed that she had been going to treatment and that she now want custody.

“Custody? You dare? after you’ve departed from us?Harry became enraged.

“I’m their mother, Harry. Sara insisted, “I have rights.”

“You want to take them away after you left them? “Now they’re used to me,” Harry countered.

Sara was adamant, saying, “I deserve them back. In court, I’ll see you.”

A few days later, Harry, who was now skilled at juggling a new freelancing job and domestic duties, made breakfast for his sons.

Before going to the custody trial, he said, “Daddy loves you,” kissed them good-bye, and dropped them off at school.

“Mr. Wills, could you please share with us how you took care of your family when you shared a home with Miss Sara, my client?Sara’s attorney questioned Harry.

“Well, I tried my hardest to support my family. I put in a lot of hours at work. Sometimes overtime. “I wanted to make sure they had everything they needed, so I kept myself busy,” Harry remarked.

“Isn’t that what the majority of respectable family men do? What about the goals your wife has? Did she wish to start her own business?”

“Yes, she did want to work before we had children. However, she remained at home to care for the children and the house after that.

“Well, taking care of the family, cooking, cleaning, and the children. In other words, your wife has been cooking for you. The nanny for your children. Your well-wisher. Did you also make fun of her by claiming she didn’t do anything at home?”

“Yes, I did. It was an eruption, indeed. I arrived at work late and—”

“Mr. Did you lose your job, Wills? What specifically caused your termination?”

“Your Honor, I object. “This is completely unrelated to the case,” Harry’s attorney said, getting up.

“Objection overruled.”

“Your Honor, thank you!”added Sara’s lawyer.” Mr. Why did you lose your job, Wills?”

After a long silence, Harry opened up and said, “Because I couldn’t balance my work and parental duties,” looking into Sara’s teary eyes. It was too much, even though I tried. But I persevered. I would always be there for my children. I adore them.

“Mr. How are you doing now, Wills? Without a job, how are you going to provide for your children?”

“I work. I’m able to help them out.”

“Mr. Wills, be precise. What position and how much does it pay?”

“It is a freelancing job that is part-time. I work as a video editor.

“Mr. Even though you’re moving down the career ladder, I respect your confidence, Wills!

You don’t make quite as much as you did in your last job, do you?”A freelance job,” the lawyer added cynically. low pay. and managing two children amid the current economic downturn. Well, Your Honor, that’s all.

Then, as Harry’s heart began to race, Sara was called up to the box.

“Ms. Could you tell us about your life with your husband—that is, your soon-to-be ex-husband—Sara?”Did he ever refuse to give you money or show you any concern?” Harry’s attorney inquired.”

“No, not at all. He constantly gave generously of our money. We never experienced financial difficulties.

“Did Mr. Wills ever touch you or the children? Has he ever been intoxicated and misbehaved when he got home?”

“No, he didn’t even touch us. My spouse. Apologies. Mr. Wills has never returned home intoxicated.

“Your spouse has looked after you. You even concurred with that. You’ve never been touched by him. So why did you abandon him and the children?”

“I had an anxiety attack. He was constantly occupied. When he got home, he would sit with his laptop and hardly inquire as to whether I was happy, unhappy, or ill.

I made an effort to cope. However, I left because I could no longer handle it. I wasn’t emotionally stable at the time, so I didn’t want my kids to battle with me.”

Those words struck Harry like a bag of bricks as he began to slowly break on the inside.

“Ms. Where have you been for the past six months, Sara? How are you going to look after the children, and what were you doing?”

“I was at a friend’s house in Chicago. I wanted to spend some time alone, away from everyone and everything. After that, I returned to Boston and found work as an interior designer.

What assurance do you have that you won’t have another breakdown and leave the children behind?Sara’s silence was broken by the lawyer.

“Your Honor, I object. Sara’s attorney added, “This is irrational and….” “Ms. Sara, my client, has come for custody of the children. Why would she abandon them once more?”

“Order…Order.”

“I promise never to do it again. My world revolves on my kids. I’ll support them and make sure that doesn’t happen again.”

The decision was made two hours later, and Sara was given custody of the children.

“….Mr. Two days a week, Wills, you will be allowed to visit and bring your kids along. You must provide your children with $860 in support each month. This case has been resolved.

The day soon came when the children would accompany Sara, who arrived with her two sons and was about to go when her older son stopped her. Sara was glad to get the children back but sorry to see them go from their father.

Cody said, “You’re just tearing us apart,” as he released Sara’s hand and ran to Harry.

“We want Daddy and Mommy!”Sonny added.

This was it; Sara could no longer contain herself and ran toward them, embracing them.