He leaned in, voice rising. “If I had known, I would have given him to Seraphine instead. At least she’s grateful. She knows how to handle him—and the company. You see, the merger is happening soon, and you—”
“Then give him to her,” I interrupted, cutting him off sharply. “They’ve already been cheating on me anyway.”
His eyes widened in shock. “What?”
I reached into my bag, pulling out a sealed envelope, placing it decisively on the desk between us. “Proof. The DNA test. Elias isn’t my son.”
He glanced at the envelope but didn’t touch it. His jaw tightened, his expression unreadable.
“I told you,” I continued, voice steady despite the tears, “you chose Adrian because I loved him. But maybe Seraphine is the daughter you actually raised to perfection. Maybe she deserves him more—because she’s just like you.”
He froze, mouth opening, no words escaping. Silence weighed heavy in the room.
Before he could respond, I turned and walked out, my face burning, my back straight. I didn’t look back.
Hours later, my phone rang again. It was Adrian’s mother.