Five Minutes After Our Divorce, I Took My Kids and Left for London—While My Ex’s Entire Family Celebrated His Pregnant Mistress Until One Ultrasound Sentence Destroyed Everything…

A few minutes later, the door opened. A man in a navy suit entered beside two uniformed security officers.

David’s face hardened. “This is ridiculous.”

Dr. Rosen angled the screen slightly toward him. “Mr. Harlow, according to the intake form, Ms. Allison Greene reported conception approximately nine weeks ago.”

“That’s right,” Allison answered quickly.

Dr. Rosen nodded once. “The fetal measurements do not support that timeline.”

David frowned. “What does that mean?”

The doctor’s voice remained calm and clear. “Based on fetal development, conception occurred at least four to five weeks earlier than the date provided.”

Silence crashed into the room like a slammed door.

David blinked. “That’s impossible.”