“It’s late. Why can’t you just wait until tomorrow?”

Eric didn’t answer. His fingers moved steadily across the screen, eyes fixed. It was a newly received electronic document—official, bearing the stamp of the municipal records office.

Black-and-white text listed Hadley’s household information, including name, gender, and birth date.

In the marital status column, it clearly stated: Divorced.

Eric’s breathing quickened as his eyes moved down the page. Then he saw his own photo. Then, in bold beside it—his name. Eric Flynn. His chest tightened. Without thinking, he rose to his feet.

“Eric?” Megan stood as well, startled.

She had no idea what he was looking at.

“Is there a problem with the product launch?”

He couldn’t hear what she was saying.

His chest rose and fell, uneven and fast. Color drained from his face.

Still holding the phone, his thumb slid downward.

Next came the child’s information.

Name: Joyce Scott. Father: Eric Scott, formerly Eric Flynn. Mother: Hadley Pearson.

Joyce Scott?

Eric’s grip tightened until the phone trembled in his hand. Everything around him blurred. The room faded. His breath. His pulse. All out of sync.

It was as if all his senses had shut down.

He couldn’t hear. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t think.

His vision blurred—his mind, empty.

He hadn’t just known Hadley.

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More than that, they had been married, and they had a daughter. The little girl hadn’t been mistaken. She had called him “Daddy” because she was right.

He was her father. And yet, he hadn’t even recognized his own daughter.

The phone slipped from his hand and hit the floor with a dull thud.

“Eric?”

“Mr. Scott!”

Both Megan and Phillips rushed to steady him, afraid he might collapse.

However, Eric did not fall.

His eyes snapped open, sharp and steady.

“You…” His gaze locked on Megan. His voice was low, controlled.

“You knew Hadley, didn’t you?”

“What?” Megan froze, a shaky smile tugging at her lips.

“Of course I know her… We’ve met several times, remember?”

“Not now!” Eric cut in, his tone hard.

“I’m talking about before. Before all this. Did you know her then?”

“I—” Megan faltered. Her eyes flicked to the phone on the floor. What did he just see?

“Why won’t you answer?” His jaw clenched.

“She was my wife. My ex-wife. How could you not have known?”

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