The Secret Behind My Son’s DNA Test Report

I worked at a DNA paternity test center.

As I was organizing documents, a report caught my eye.

The name on it was none other than Clement Hugo, my son.

The ID number was exactly his, too.

Yet his father's name, as indicated on this test report, turned out to be Vincent Warren, my childhood friend...

I almost broke down when I saw the last page of this report; it affirmed that Vincent Warren was indeed Clement Hugo's biological father?!

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My son's DNA test report...

I steadied myself, and checked this piece of document several more times.

This stamped file was delivered here a week ago.

My institute has been one of the leading figures in the field of paternity tests, boasting a 99.9 percent accuracy.

I asked one of my colleagues to pull the security footage a week ago; it was indeed my wife Aurora Hugo who showed up for the test.

She was taking Clement by her left hand and linking her right arm with Vincent.

What's more, Clement even addressed Vincent affectionately as "Dad".

My colleague was shocked at this.

It was at this moment that my phone rang,

"I've got to work overtime tonight again, Charlie. Don't worry, it's an operation with your friend Vincent. Do remember to go and pick up Clement."

I went to pick up Clement at his school, carrying the test report I found with me.

It was already midnight when my wife returned home.

She lost her temper at the fast food packages I left on the table, "Can't you make dinner for your son when you're at home, Charles? These are junk food again."

In all these years after our marriage, she had only ever been soft and tender when she informed me that she needed to work overtime together with Vincent.

All that had been left in her heart was her dissatisfaction with me; she wouldn't even try to hold back her complaints at her husband who had been waiting for her on the couch for a whole night.

"Take a look at this document on the table yourself."

My wife's face turned purple as soon as she picked up the report I put on the table,

"What's the meaning of this, Charles?

We have been living together for more than a decade, and now you're suspecting that Clement isn't your son?

Was it you who took him to do this test? What husband are you!"

Aurora put on an act as if she was going to rip the report to shreds as she spoke.

Looking at my wife snap, I quietly lit a cigarette,

"Don't be like this. The test has been done, and for the sake that we have been sharing our life for the past ten years, I found you his real dad."

Her hands' movements froze midair.

She started flipping through the pieces of paper as she continued, "How many times do I need to tell you, Charles? No smoking inside!"

I remained silent until she finished reading the final page, and she dropped speechless, either.

There was nothing except a dreadful silence in the room for quite some time.

Cigarette in mouth, I kicked the front door open,

"This is my house, and I do whatever I want in my house. Take that bastard's son and piss off! We're getting a divorce tomorrow!"

Seeing that I was genuinely angry, Aurora dropped her pretense,

"It's you who should piss off here, Charles Hugo! How can you kick a mother with her son out of your house like this!

What's more, I don't even know where you got this test report. Who knows if it can be trusted?

How dare you tell us to leave without real evidence of anything!"

I could tell that this was not the time to show her the surveillance footage.

When you're facing such a scoundrel, you have to deal the decisive, demolishing blow impressively!

I didn't bother to say anything else to her shameless face, and left the house myself.

Aurora was celebrating her victory behind me, "You want to kick me off? Not in a million years! Let's go, Clement, it's time for Mom's bedtime stories."

This entire home smelt sickening to me.

I made do for one night at a hotel nearby.

You want evidence, Aurora? Just you wait!