“Fake?” I laughed. “I also hired a private investigator. Want to know who Jessica has been meeting every night?”
I tossed photos into the air.
Jessica.
Her personal trainer.
Intimate. Undeniable.
“No!” Margaret screamed. “My grandson!”
Daniel lunged forward, furious.
“You lied to me? I paid for your apartment! Your lifestyle! And you’re pregnant with another man’s child?!”
“I didn’t think you’d ever find out!” Jessica sobbed.
Margaret slapped her across the face.
“Get out of our lives!”
Security dragged Jessica away as chaos exploded around us.
Through it all, I walked off the stage—smiling.
Daniel ran after me, dropping to his knees.
“Valerie… please. I didn’t know I was the problem.”
I pulled my hand back.
“Don’t touch me. I’ve already called my attorney. I’m filing for divorce based on abuse and infidelity. And according to our prenup—I get half of everything.”
“Please… I love you.”
“No,” I said quietly. “You loved the idea of a child. And now that you know you’ll never have one—you’re nothing to me.”
I turned and walked out.
Behind me, I heard glass shattering. People crying. A family collapsing in real time.
The party meant to celebrate their future became the end of it.
And me?