“Yes,” she snapped. “And it’s a boy. The future CEO.”
“Perfect,” I replied. “Daniel—open it.”
Grinning, he tore it open—clearly expecting something valuable.
Instead, he froze.
The color drained from his face as he read.
“W-What is this?” he whispered.
“Read it out loud,” I said calmly.
When he couldn’t, I did.
“For ten years,” I said into the microphone, “you blamed me for not having a child. You called me defective. Useless.”
I turned to Margaret.
“But last month, I saw a fertility specialist. My results were perfect. There was nothing wrong with me.”
Whispers spread through the room.
“So I asked myself—if I’m healthy, why didn’t I ever get pregnant? That’s why I took a sample of Daniel’s hair and sent it to a certified lab for DNA and fertility testing.”
I pointed to the report in his shaking hands.
“Daniel has azoospermia. Zero sperm count. A condition he was born with. He can’t father children.”
Silence.
The room felt like it stopped breathing.
Daniel turned to Jessica, his voice trembling.
“If I’m infertile… then whose baby are you carrying?”
Jessica went white.
“It—it’s fake!” she cried. “She’s lying! She’s jealous!”