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 The Secret in the Blood”

The hospital was too quiet for a night like this. The kind of quiet that made every heartbeat sound like thunder.

Shayla sat on the edge of a bench, her fingers tapping restlessly against her knee. Inside the ER, little Kia was fighting for her life.

Doctors rushed around, voices urgent.

“Her blood levels are dropping fast—we need a transfusion now!” one shouted.

Anthony stepped forward. “I’m her father. Take my blood. Whatever she needs, do it.”

The nurse nodded and hurried him to the lab. Shayla’s eyes followed, heavy with something that wasn’t worry—it was knowing.

Arby leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “You seem a little too calm for a mother watching her child fight for her life.”

Shayla’s lips tightened. “Because panic doesn’t change destiny, Arby. Truth does.”

He gave a half-smile. “So you’re finally ready for the truth?”

Before Shayla could answer, the nurse returned—her face pale, hesitant.

“Mr. Anthony,” she began carefully, “we have a problem. Your blood type… it doesn’t match Kia’s.”

Anthony blinked. “That’s impossible. Check again.”

The nurse lowered her gaze. “We ran it twice. It’s not compatible.”

A dead silence fell. Shayla slowly stood, her eyes locked on Anthony.

“Not compatible,” she repeated quietly, the words cutting through the air. “Now do you understand why lies always come back to bite?”

Anthony turned toward her, his voice shaking. “Shayla, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying what you already knew deep down,” she said. “You’ve built your whole world pretending not to see it. But the blood never lies, Anthony.”

Arby’s smirk faded. His eyes darted between them, tension building.

“Wait—what are you implying, Shayla?” he asked.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she looked at the nurse and said, “Test Arby. Right now.”

The nurse hesitated. “Ma’am, are you saying—?”

“I said test him,” Shayla interrupted. “Do it.”

Anthony stepped forward, furious. “What the hell are you doing, Shayla? You think this is some kind of game?”

She looked straight into his eyes. “No, Anthony. This is the end of your game.”

The nurse took Arby away for the test.

The hallway fell quiet again—except for the faint sound of the heart monitor beeping from Kia’s room.

Anthony paced back and forth, anger mixed with fear.

“I’ve given that child everything,” he said. “Every sleepless night, every dream, every dollar—”

“And you’ll still never be her father,” Shayla whispered under her breath.

He froze. “What did you just say?”

She met his eyes. “You heard me.”

Anthony stepped closer, his voice trembling with both rage and disbelief. “You’re lying. You have to be lying.”

Shayla didn’t flinch. “The blood will speak, Anthony. Just wait.”

Minutes later, the nurse returned, holding a folder in her hand.

Everyone’s eyes turned toward her.

Her lips trembled before she spoke.

“Arby’s blood type matches Kia’s perfectly. He’s a compatible donor.”

The world stopped spinning.

Anthony staggered back, like the ground beneath him had vanished.

Arby looked stunned, speechless. Shayla’s face, for the first time, softened—but only slightly.

The nurse hurried back toward the operation room. “We’ll start the transfusion immediately,” she said before disappearing behind the doors.

For a few seconds, no one moved.

Then Anthony whispered, almost to himself, “No… no, this can’t be right.”

Shayla turned her face away, tears silently streaming down. “You always said ‘be my peace,’ Anthony,” she said softly. “But peace doesn’t grow from lies.”

Arby finally found his voice. “Shayla, you should have told him.”

She looked at him sharply. “And destroy everything? Do you think he could handle it? Look at him.”

Anthony snapped his head up, his eyes red. “You both knew?”

Arby didn’t reply. His silence said everything.

Anthony let out a bitter laugh—half pain, half madness. “All these years… all those family pictures, all those birthdays… and it was all a lie?”

Shayla stepped closer, her tone firm. “It wasn’t a lie, Anthony. You were a father in every way that mattered—”

He cut her off. “Except the one that does.”

The corridor fell silent again. The only sound was the faint beeping from inside Kia’s room.

Arby looked toward the door. “They’re starting the transfusion,” he said quietly. “I’m going in.”

Shayla nodded without meeting his eyes.

Anthony stood there, frozen—caught between heartbreak and fury.

As Arby disappeared behind the door, Anthony whispered, “If this is true… then both of you just buried me alive.”

Shayla didn’t respond. Her eyes stayed locked on the closed door, where Arby’s shadow vanished into the light.

The red “Operation in Progress” sign glowed above the door.

No one spoke.

No one moved.

The truth had come out, but the story wasn’t over.

It was only beginning.

Outside, the storm that had started hours ago was still raging.

And inside that hospital room… a storm far greater was about to begin.

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