I Caught My Billionaire Husband Secret Family

"Happy Thanksgiving, Arthur." I slid the cream-colored envelope across the mahogany table, positioning it right between the gravy boat and his wine glass.

Arthur looked up, a smile softening his rugged features.

"What's this, Nora?

I thought we agreed on no gifts until the December holidays." "Think of it as a family discovery," I said, leaning back.

"Finn and I couldn't wait." Our nine-year-old son, Finn, bounced in his chair.

"Open it, Dad!

It's the results from that DNA kit.

I want to see if we really have Viking blood like you said." Arthur laughed, though the sound seemed a bit thin.

"Alright, let's see if we're warriors or farmers." He picked up a silver butter knife to slit the seal.

The dining room smelled of rosemary and roasted turkey, the kind of warmth we had spent ten years building.

I watched his face, expecting a grin, an eye-roll, or perhaps a joke about his distant ancestors.

Instead, the color drained from his skin.

His eyes locked onto the printed page.

His jaw didn't merely tighten; it seemed to lock into place like a rusted hinge.

"Arthur?" I asked.

"What does it say?" He didn't answer.

His hand began to tremble, the paper crinkling under his thumb.

Then, his fingers tightened around his wine glass.

The stem snapped first, followed by the sound of crystal exploding against the floor.

Red Zinfandel sprayed across the white lace tablecloth, looking like a fresh arterial spray.

"The glass!" I stood up, grabbing a napkin.

"Arthur, you're bleeding." "I'm fine," he rasped.

His voice sounded like he'd swallowed glass.

"Dad?

Are you okay?" Finn's voice was small, his eyes wide as he looked at the red stain spreading across the rug.

Arthur didn't look at the mess.

He didn't look at his hand.

He lunged for the paper, folding it into a jagged square and shoving it deep into his trouser pocket.

"It's a mistake," Arthur said, his voice gaining a frantic edge.

"These tests are unregulated.

They're nonsense." "What kind of mistake?" I reached for my phone, which was sitting by my plate.

"The digital results are on the app.

I saw a name, Arthur.

I saw a match in this zip code." "Don't touch that phone, Nora." "Why are you acting like this?

It said Finn has a half-brother.

A boy named Leo Sterling.

He's right here in the neighborhood." I grabbed my phone, my thumb hovering over the screen to refresh the page.

Before I could swipe, Arthur's hand clamped around my wrist.

His grip was a vice, his skin hot and clammy.

"I said put it down," he hissed.

"You're hurting me, Arthur.

Let go." "You are ruining dinner over a computer error," he said, his face inches from mine.

I could smell the wine and the sudden, sharp scent of his sweat.

"We are going to sit back down, and we are going to finish this meal." "I am not sitting down until you tell me why you hid