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 Financial Collapse

The party continued in a surreal atmosphere. Alexander followed me like a stray dog, constantly apologizing. I maintained a dignified smile the whole time, looking like a forgiving wife to her unfaithful husband.

“My dear, about the Board of Directors…” My father-in-law pulled me aside, wiping cold sweat from his forehead.

“Don’t worry, Dad.” I held his arm affectionately. “I’ve already told my father to stop buying up Blackwood Construction shares. We’re family, right?”

My father-in-law breathed a sigh of relief. He had no idea that through an offshore company I already owned 5% of Blackwood shares, and with the 8% promised to me by two small shareholders, I was now the fourth largest shareholder.

At the end of the party, Matthew drove me home. Lucas sat in the passenger seat, never letting his guard down.

“Next week, Blackwood Construction stock will plummet,” Matthew analyzed. “With the scandal you exposed tonight and the help of our funds, they’ll hit their maximum drop for at least three consecutive days.”

“Good,” I said, watching the city lights flash by. “When they hit bottom, we’ll buy everything up.”

As the car stopped in front of the townhouse, Matthew suddenly asked, “Have you really forgiven him?”

I smiled and pointed to my right leg, which still needed the brace. “Mr. Reed, do you believe in turning the other cheek?”

“No.”

“Funny, neither do I.”

Inside the townhouse, Alexander was kneeling in the living room, crying like a child. Looking down at him, I found the situation utterly ridiculous. This was the man I once loved? This coward, this spineless, pathetic creature?

“Sophia, I was wrong! I was really wrong!” He sobbed, clutching my leg, smearing my expensive dress with snot and tears.

I gently patted his head, like one does with a dog. “Alexander, let’s start over.”

He raised his head, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

But I continued: “I want to see your sincerity. I heard Clara’s father is also bidding for the new North District development.”

Alexander immediately understood my intention. “Tomorrow, I’ll cut all ties with the Vance family! Tomorrow!”

“Good boy.” I patted his cheek a few times. “Now go to bed. You have to go to work tomorrow.”

After Alexander went upstairs, thanking me a thousand times, I went into the study and locked the door. I called my father.

“Dad, it’s time for the next step.”

“Yes.”

“I need evidence of the Vance family’s illegal activities.”

After hanging up, I opened the computer and rewatched the video from the party. The image paused on Alexander kneeling and begging for forgiveness. I hit the delete key without hesitation. This was just the beginning, my dear husband. You’re about to learn that losing everything is the real pain, far worse than any physical wound.

The Charity Auction Showdown

On the morning of the third day after the party scandal, I sat at the breakfast table, elegantly eating Greek yogurt with berries and honey. The brace on my right leg had been replaced with a lighter model. Alexander came down the stairs, his tie crooked and deep dark circles under his eyes.

“Coffee?” I offered him a cup of hot latte.

He looked at the cup suspiciously and didn’t take it. “No thanks, I have to get to the office.”

I shrugged and took a sip. Alexander’s behavior over the past few days had been rather amusing. In public, he was subservient to me, but when we were alone, he wouldn’t touch any food I had handled. Lucas’s warning had certainly had an effect.

“Oh, by the way,” I stopped him as he was about to leave. “There’s a charity auction at a club downtown tonight. I donated your Patek Philippe. Is that okay?”

Alexander’s face went rigid. That watch had belonged to his grandfather.

“I know it’s a limited edition.” I smiled sweetly. “That’s why it will fetch a higher price, right? The news is already out in all the papers: ‘The young heir of Blackwood Construction donates a family heirloom to help those in need.'”

He clenched his fists then forced a smile that was worse than a grimace. “Of course. That’s fine.”

As I watched him flee, I checked the security cameras on my phone. The moment he got into his car, Alexander was on the phone. Nine times out of ten, complaining to Clara. After I exposed their scandal at the party, they had officially broken off contact, but secretly…

The phone vibrated. A message from Matthew: “The funds are ready. The market opened this morning with Blackwood Construction stock hitting its maximum drop.”

A corner of my mouth turned up in satisfaction. The party video had gone viral, and the hashtag #BlackwoodScandal was the number one trending topic. The Board of Directors had requested an emergency trading halt, but they couldn’t stop the stock from plummeting.

Lucas appeared silently at the door. “Miss Sophia, the car is ready. Today we’re first stopping by the clinic for a checkup, and then we’re going to the investigative agency my father recommended.”

In the clinic hallway, I ran into an unexpected person. Clara, hidden behind sunglasses and a face mask, was furtively exiting the gynecology department. I quickly ducked behind a corner and secretly took a picture of the receipt she was paying: Positive Pregnancy Test.

Zooming in on the photo, I couldn’t help but smile. It seemed Alexander’s penance on the night of the party had borne fruit. In Clara’s womb, a little bastard was indeed growing.

After the checkup, I told Lucas to drive to a nondescript office building on the outskirts of the city. An elevator took us to the top floor. When the doors opened, an office filled with electronic equipment appeared. A skinny man in a checkered shirt was staring intently at six monitors simultaneously.

“Miss Moretti, I’m Cain,” he said without turning around. “The things the Don asked me to find are all here.”

Cain played some security camera footage. The videos showed Alexander and Clara meeting at a motel outside the city. It had happened just the previous afternoon. But there was something more interesting. Cain switched screens, showing Clara’s father, George Vance, and Alexander’s father, Vittorio Blackwood, meeting secretly at an exclusive private club.

“They meet here regularly on the 15th of every month. They’ve been doing this for at least five years.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Is it possible to record their conversations?”

“A bit difficult,” Cain said, scratching his head. “The security at that place is tight.”

“Use this.” I pulled out a fountain pen my father had given me from my bag. “The next time they meet, bribe a waiter and have him slip it into George Vance’s pocket.”

Cain took the pen, his eyes lighting up. “A state-of-the-art micro spy device. I didn’t know the Don had access to these things.”

Leaving the agency, I called my father. “Dad, Clara is pregnant.”

“No, don’t touch her yet. That child might be useful. Oh, and George Vance and my father-in-law meet regularly. Something is suspicious.”

There was a silence on the other end. “Sophia, the relationship between the Vance and Blackwood families might be more complicated than you think. 20 years ago…”

“20 years ago? What happened?”

When I pressed, my father answered in an uncharacteristically hesitant voice. “I’ll investigate further and let you know. Tonight at the party, be careful with Clara.”

Hanging up, I fell into thought. My father was clearly hiding something, and I instinctively felt it was related to my mother.

That evening, I wore a dress from Chanel’s latest collection and asked the makeup artist for a beautiful yet fragile look—elegant but pitiful.

Lucas handed me a jewelry box. “The Don sent this.” Inside was a diamond necklace with a rare black pearl in the center. I remembered seeing that necklace in a photo of my mother.

At the club entrance, Lucas asked, “Miss Sophia, do you want me to come in with you?”

“No, wait in the car.” I toyed with the black pearl around my neck. “I can handle tonight’s show.”

The charity auction at that exclusive club was always a major event for high society. As soon as I entered, the noisy room fell silent. Then whispers erupted from all corners.

“That’s the Blackwood Construction daughter-in-law. They say her father is a boss who controls half the East Coast.” “That Alexander must have been blind to fall for someone like Clara Vance.”

I pretended not to hear and made my way to my reserved seat in the front row. The moment I sat down, a strong scent of perfume assailed my nose.

“Sophia, it’s been a while.” Clara approached me, also wearing a white dress, intentionally showing off her slightly rounded belly. “I hear your leg still isn’t better. What a shame.”

I smiled and glanced at her belly. “You must be about three months along. You should be careful at the beginning of a pregnancy.”

Clara’s face stiffened slightly. She hadn’t expected me to know about her pregnancy. “Alexander is thrilled about this baby.” She lowered her voice, her eyes glinting with malice. “He said he’s going to divorce you as soon as I give birth.”

“Really?” I took out my tablet and played a video. “Then how do you explain this conversation from yesterday afternoon?”

In the video, Alexander was neurotically pulling his hair: “Why did a child have to come now? My father doesn’t want to see you! The company stock has collapsed! If that crazy bitch finds out we’re still seeing each other, it’s over for me!”

Clara’s face turned ashen. “How did you—”

“The curtains of Room 308 at that motel weren’t even closed properly,” I sighed slightly. “If you’re going to cheat, at least learn the basics, my friend.”

The people around us didn’t understand our conversation, but Clara’s near-fainting expression drew everyone’s attention. I stood up and deliberately raised my voice. “Clara, you don’t look well! Should I call a doctor for the baby you’re carrying?”

“What? Clara Vance is pregnant?” “It must be Alexander Blackwood’s!” “The nerve!” The whispers spread like a wave.

Clara, in a panic, tripped over her own dress and fell heavily in front of everyone. As she shakily got to her feet, a large, bright red blood stain spread across her white dress.

“Ah! My baby!” She screamed hysterically.

I watched the scene with cold eyes and called 911. Tonight’s show had gone even better than expected. Not only was Clara humiliated in public, but she had revealed her own pregnancy. Tomorrow morning, the gossip columnists would have plenty to write about.

Before the ambulance arrived, I made sure to call Alexander for Clara. Alexander’s first reaction to the news that his mistress had miscarried was surprisingly: “Damn it, my father is going to kill me now.”

Hearing those words, Clara fainted.