“So I asked myself a simple question,” I continued. “If I am healthy, then why did I never conceive, which led me to take a sample of Brandon’s hair while he slept and send it for advanced testing.”
I pointed to the paper still shaking in his hands.
“That document confirms that Brandon has azoospermia, which means he has no sperm and was born unable to have children.”
The room fell silent as the truth landed like a shockwave.
Brandon dropped the paper and turned slowly toward Tiffany with disbelief in his eyes.
“If I cannot have children,” he stammered, “then whose baby are you carrying right now.”
Tiffany’s face drained of color, and she stepped back nervously while trying to find words.
“That report is fake, and she is lying because she is jealous,” Tiffany said desperately.
“Jealous,” I repeated with a calm smile. “I also hired a private investigator, and do you know who Tiffany has been meeting every night behind your back.”
I pulled out photographs and let them scatter across the stage for everyone to see.
Images of Tiffany embracing and kissing another man.
Deborah screamed loudly while covering her mouth. “That is not possible because that child is supposed to be our grandson.”