Five minutes after the ink dried on my divorce papers, Adrian Castillo was already racing toward a private clinic to celebrate his mistress’s pregnancy, leaving me with nothing but the children he deemed dead weight

looked at the medical chart, then at Adrian, and finally at the door, as if hoping for an escape. ‘Mr. Castillo,’ he began, his voice tight. ‘There is a complication. A genetic marker that wasn’t present in the initial screenings. It’s a rare, hereditary condition that only manifests through the paternal line. It is… incompatible with the Castillo continue reading …