My Best Friend Is Pregnant With My Husband’s Baby, But The Dna Test Just Proved It Actually Belongs To His Father. I’m About To Reveal This At The Anniversary Gala. Should I Record Their Faces?
The Counterfeit Forgiveness
A smile of satisfaction appeared on my father’s face. He pulled a folder from his jacket. “Perfect timing. My men just discovered the Blackwoods are betting everything on the bid for the new Hudson Yards real estate development. The bid documents are full of inflated numbers.”
He flipped through the pages and pointed to one. “And the funniest part: your dear husband diverted $5 million from the company’s funds to launder at a casino in Atlantic City, and he hasn’t covered the hole yet.”
I took the documents, my heart starting to pound. With this evidence alone, I could send Alexander to prison. I could crash the Blackwood Construction stock.
“Dad, I need time,” I said, taking a deep breath. “I’ll pretend I’ve forgiven him. I’ll go back to his house and gather more evidence.”
“It’s too dangerous,” my father frowned.
“Please,” I took his hand. “I want to destroy him with my own hands.”
After a long silence, my father finally nodded. “All right, but Lucas will stay by your side 24/7.”
He pressed a buzzer, summoning Lucas who was waiting outside. “From now on, my life belongs to Miss Sophia.”
Lucas knelt and handed me a special phone. “Miss Sophia, this has my direct line and the Don’s emergency contacts. In any danger, press this red button and we’ll be there in three minutes.”
I took the phone. Its weight felt like the key to a new life.
At that moment, Alexander appeared at my door, his face a mask of terror. His suit was wrinkled, and he had deep dark circles under his eyes. He had clearly been sleepless for days.
“Sophia…” His voice trembled. He was holding a small bouquet of carnations. “I didn’t know your father was Don Vincent Moretti. Really.”
I composed my face into a tired but forgiving smile. “I was wrong too, Alexander. I shouldn’t have hurt Clara.”
Alexander rushed to the bed as if he had found a life raft. “Sophia, you forgive me? I was out of my mind! Clara seduced me! I’ll never do it again, I promise!”
Seeing his clumsy act, I felt like throwing up the soup I had just eaten. But the show had to go on. “Dad already gave you a good lesson. Let’s forget about it,” I said calmly. “When I get out of the hospital, we’ll start over.”
“Okay!” Alexander, overcome with joy, nodded repeatedly. He had no idea that as he held my hand with his deceitful fingers, a hidden camera in the room was recording his every expression.
On the day of my discharge, my father sent a Mercedes to take me to the Blackwood house. The scene was so grand it made the local news. Alexander turned pale when he saw Lucas himself pushing my wheelchair into the house.
“If Miss Sophia gets so much as a scratch,” Lucas whispered in Alexander’s ear in a voice just loud enough for me to hear, “the Don said he’ll have you fed alive to street dogs.”
Alexander began to tremble so violently he nearly wet his pants.
Returning to the place I had called home made me nauseous, especially the bed in our room. Even though Alexander had changed the sheets, I could still picture him rolling around in there with Clara.
“Sophia, you rest. I have something to take care of at the office.” Alexander handed me a glass of water and tried to leave quickly.
“Okay, come back soon.” I smiled as I watched him leave, then immediately poured the water into a flower vase.
Lucas stood guard outside the door. I opened my laptop and started to work. As Alexander’s wife, I knew the passwords to all his devices. Accessing his cloud account, I quickly found what I was looking for: hotel reservations from the past six months, bank transfers, and even some videos that were hard to watch.
“Scum.” I smiled coldly as I saved the evidence.
Just then, a new message popped up on the screen: “Clara: That bitch actually believed me? I’ll wait for you at our usual spot. I miss you so much, baby.”
I stared at the screen and laughed out loud. Alexander, you couldn’t even last three days? Fine, that will make my revenge all the sweeter.
I picked up the special phone and called my father. “Dad, I think we can start quietly buying up some shares in Blackwood Construction. Yes, silently, without anyone knowing.”
