Chapter 34 A Confrontation

• Dominic’s POV
• I stormed into the parking lot of the fertility clinic, anger boiling inside me. The sleek, modern building stood there like a façade of calm and professionalism, but I knew better. My fists clenched at my sides as I marched toward the entrance, each step fueled by the need for answers. The questions buzzing in my mind were relentless, especially the one that kept screaming: How the hell did my sperm get used without my consent?
• Inside, the clinic was especially quiet, with soft music playing and the scent of lavender in the air. The décor was designed to be soothing, but it only added to my irritation. I felt like I was in a spa, not a place where a major error had been made with my life. It did nothing to soothe the fury burning in my chest. I walked straight up to the receptionist, my eyes narrowing as I tried to keep my voice steady.