“The children are mine.” He looked up at me and moved the DNA test results aside. I watched him silently. After all, I hadn’t lied about this from the very beginning.
“Let’s do it this way: you’ll bring the children to my house and leave them with the nanny.”
“In other words—leave them?” I asked.
“I wasn’t planning to give them to you! They’re my sister’s children. I only wanted you to help me raise them, and…”
“What are you to them by law?” he asked, staring at me with a cold, merciless look.
“Aunt.”
“And I am their father. Bring the children to my house. Here’s the address. And you— you can be free. Thank you.”
I blinked in bewilderment. Is he seriously going to take away the children I’ve raised since the day they were born?