PART 2: THE EXAMINATION ROOM
The clinic room was suffocatingly quiet as the technician applied the cold gel to my stomach. David stood near the door with folded arms, while Peyton smirked beside him, clutching a folder filled with divorce papers.
“We just need the medical records for the court,” Peyton declared with a smug smile. “David has a certified letter showing his procedure was completed two months ago.”
The ultrasound technician remained silent, her eyes scanning the monitor carefully before her expression suddenly shifted into deep concern.
“Mr. Davis,” the technician said softly, turning the screen slightly toward us. “I think you need to look at this.”
David stepped closer, expecting a single heartbeat to prove his timeline, but what appeared on the screen made his jaw drop in absolute shock.
(A shocking discovery on the screen is about to alter everything! Click “Next Page” to continue reading…)
