5 minutes after the divorce, I flew abroad with my two kids. Meanwhile, all seven members of my ex-in-law’s family had gathered at the maternity clinic to hear his mistress’s ultrasound results, but the doctor’s words left them stunned.

The doctor didn’t answer.

He frowned.

Adjusted the probe.

Looked again.

Then again.

The room slowly grew quiet.

Something shifted.

“Doctor?” Ethan pressed, a hint of tension creeping into his voice.

Still no answer.

Finally, the doctor straightened, his expression carefully neutral.

“There’s… a discrepancy.”

Ethan frowned. “What kind of discrepancy?”

The doctor hesitated for just a second.

Then spoke clearly.