“You’re mistaken… Chloe is just a friend…” he tried to explain.
But Madame Fontaine raised her hand to stop him. She pulled out an envelope from her purse.
“Do you know what this is? A DNA test. I requested it right after the birth.”
She slowly placed the document in front of him.
“Look closely… this child is not yours, Marc. Not a single match.”
Marc paled.
“It’s impossible… Chloe told me that…”
Madame Fontaine let out a bitter laugh.
“You kicked my daughter out because she was expecting a girl. You threw her out of her home to save a few euros. And for another woman, you spent thousands. For what? To find out you weren’t raising your son, but someone else’s child.”
She put the papers away and headed for the door. Before leaving, she added calmly:
“Elise is fine. She gave birth to a beautiful, healthy girl. And don’t worry… she already has a father by her side. But it’s not you. From today, my daughter and granddaughter no longer need a man who’s incapable of facing the consequences of his actions.”