Chapter 4 - My Father’s Ring
I had watched my father wear that ring every day of my childhood.
Heavy gold.
Black onyx.
A tiny letter R carved into the center.
He wore it at board meetings, family dinners, and the hospital the night he died.
After the funeral, the ring disappeared.
Samuel believed it had been misplaced during the transfer of my father’s personal effects.
Now it sat on the hand of a disgraced psychiatrist standing in my home.
“Take it off,” I said.
Dr. Marcus Bell looked at the ring as if he had forgotten he was wearing it.
“This?”
“That belonged to my father.”
Hunter stepped away from Isabelle.
“What is he doing here?”
Bell ignored him.
His eyes remained on me.
“You have your mother’s directness.”
“My mother died when I was fourteen.”
“Yes,” he said. “I know.”
The way he said it made my stomach turn.
Samuel moved beside me.
“Dr. Bell, you are trespassing.”
Bell smiled.
“No, Samuel. I was invited.”
Hunter’s head snapped toward Isabelle.
She shook hers.
“I didn’t invite him.”
Every guest checked the people beside them.
Bell reached into his coat.
The security guard drew his weapon.
“Hands where I can see them.”
Bell stopped.
Then slowly removed a cream-colored invitation.
He placed it on the edge of the table.
Hunter stared at it.
The invitations for tonight’s dinner had been printed privately.
Only Hunter’s assistant had access to them.
Bell’s card had Hunter’s signature at the bottom.
“That isn’t mine,” Hunter said.
I almost laughed.
The man who had forged my name was suddenly offended by a forged signature.
Bell looked around the room.
“This family has always confused possession with ownership.”
“Give me the ring,” I said again.
He slid it off his finger.
But instead of handing it to me, he placed it on top of the sealed envelope.
Hunter’s eyes followed the movement.
“You know what’s inside,” he said.
Bell tilted his head.
“I know what you believe is inside.”
“What does that mean?”
Bell turned toward Isabelle.
“Did you tell him the child was guaranteed a place in the trust?”
She looked terrified.
“You told me it was.”
“I said the child could qualify.”
Hunter’s face tightened.
“Qualify how?”
Bell smiled.
“Biology.”
The word settled over the table.
Isabelle went pale.
Hunter stared at her.
“What is he talking about?”
She did not answer.
He stepped closer.
“Isabelle.”
“I’m pregnant.”
“I know that.”
She looked at the floor.
Hunter’s voice dropped.
“Is the baby mine?”
Her silence answered before she did.
His face emptied.
Not anger.
Not yet.
Shock.
He had destroyed our marriage for a woman carrying someone else’s child.
Bell seemed almost amused.
“The trust amendment does not benefit every legal child of Kylie’s spouse,” he said. “It benefits a child carrying Rhodes blood.”
Samuel went still.
“That clause was removed.”
“No,” Bell said. “It was concealed.”
I looked at Samuel.
“What clause?”
He frowned.
“Kylie, your father once considered creating a bloodline provision. I advised against it.”
“Why?”
“Because bloodline trusts invite manipulation.”
Bell spread his hands.
“And yet here we are.”
Hunter grabbed Isabelle’s arm again.
“Whose baby is it?”
She pulled away.
“I don’t know.”
He laughed harshly.
“You don’t know?”
“There were medical procedures.”
“What procedures?”
Bell answered for her.
“Embryo transfer.”
The room seemed to tilt.
I gripped the edge of the table.
Isabelle’s pregnancy was not accidental.
It had been engineered.
Hunter stared at Bell.
“You told me she became pregnant in Miami.”
Bell smiled.
“She did.”
“With my child.”
“With a child selected for its genetic value.”
Hunter looked ready to hit him.
Samuel stepped between them.
“Selected from whose embryo?”
Bell looked at me.
I stopped breathing.
“No,” I whispered.
Bell’s smile disappeared.
“For years, Mrs. Vale, you believed your fertility treatments failed.”
The room vanished around me.
All I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears.
I remembered needles.
Appointments.
Hunter holding my hand.
The specialist telling me no viable embryos had survived.
Bell continued.
“One embryo did survive.”
My fingers began to shake.
“Where is it?”
He looked toward Isabelle.
Her hand covered her stomach protectively.
Hunter stumbled backward.
I stared at the woman who had slept with my husband, forged my signature, worn my mother’s bracelet, and sat at my table smiling.
Inside her might be my child.
“No,” Isabelle said quickly. “He’s lying.”
Bell removed a folded laboratory report from his coat.
Samuel took it before anyone else could.
His eyes moved across the page.
Then he looked at me.
“Kylie.”
I could barely speak.
“Is it mine?”
“The report says the embryo was created from your egg.”
I looked at Hunter.
His face had turned gray.
“And the father?” I asked.
Samuel read the next line.
His expression changed.
“It isn’t Hunter.”
Hunter stared at him.
“Then who?”
Samuel looked at the name again.
The room held its breath.
“The recorded biological father is Daniel Rhodes.”
My knees weakened.
Daniel Rhodes was my older brother.
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He had died seventeen years ago.
👉 The embryo inside Isabelle was linked to Kylie’s dead brother, but the laboratory report carried a date proving the procedure happened years after his death.
