The truth was worse for him than any affair could have been.
Those babies existed because Colleen chose motherhood over his vanity.
“What happens now?” Dorothy asked.
“His claim weakens dramatically,” Emmett said. “Especially with the financial fraud and the affair. A non-biological, non-adoptive father can still argue emotional parentage, but his credibility is shredded.”
“And Vivian?”
A dry sound came from Emmett’s throat that might have been almost a laugh. “Vivian thought she had won.”
For roughly forty-eight hours, Vivian did believe that. She told friends Colleen must have cheated. She reportedly cried to Grant that they were the real victims in all of this. For a brief, ugly window of time, she convinced herself the DNA results vindicated everything.
Then Emmett released the fertility clinic records under court authority.
The donor consent form.
The medical notes on Grant’s nonviable samples.
The journal entry.
The timeline.
Overnight, the narrative flipped.
Colleen had not deceived a faithful husband.
She had quietly done what she needed to do to become a mother while living with a man who could not bear any truth that diminished him.
Public sympathy drained away from Grant like water from a cracked bowl.
He returned to local television anyway, trying a new angle.
“I was robbed of the chance to know the truth,” he said.
This time, the reaction was merciless.
You robbed her first.
You forged her signature.
You moved your mistress in before the funeral ended.
You don’t miss the babies. You miss the story.
Dorothy did not enjoy his humiliation. She was too tired for that, and too old to mistake public shaming for justice.
But she recognized usefulness when she saw it.
Then came the call nobody expected.
Vivian Holloway contacted Emmett and asked to meet.
She arrived at his office the next morning with no lipstick, no polished confidence, and the look of a woman who had recently discovered that getting chosen by a dishonest man is not the same thing as being loved.
Emmett later repeated the conversation to Dorothy nearly word for word.
Vivian admitted everything she knew about the affair timeline. Then she admitted something more.
“There’s someone else,” she had said.