Everyone turned.
Dr. Robert Montgomery — Ethan’s estranged uncle and one of the country’s leading geneticists — slowly stepped forward from the crowd.
He studied my sons carefully.
Then nodded once.
“The gold fleck in the left iris,” he said quietly. “The Montgomery genetic marker. Ethan has it. His grandfather had it. All three boys inherited it.”
Silence swallowed the entire estate.
And then the wedding doors opened.
Caroline Hastings entered wearing a breathtaking designer gown, holding her senator father’s arm proudly.
But instead of admiration…
She found hundreds of guests staring at me and my children.
Her smile vanished instantly.
She looked at Ethan.
Then at the boys.
Then back at Ethan again.
“You have children?” she whispered shakily.
Her father exploded.
“You humiliated my daughter!” the senator roared, grabbing Ethan violently by the tuxedo collar. “You hid an entire family?!”
“They are not illegitimate,” I interrupted sharply as I stood.
“My sons were conceived during a legal marriage. They are Ethan Montgomery’s lawful heirs.”
Eleanor nearly collapsed into a chair clutching her chest.
Nobody moved to help her.
Caroline dropped her bouquet.
Then turned and fled the estate in tears while cameras flashed wildly around her.
The wedding of the year was officially dead.
I checked my diamond watch calmly.
