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?

Shadows of the Past

Of course, I didn’t stay for the auction. Back at the Blackwood house, I found Alexander in the study, furiously destroying everything. When he saw me, he rushed at me with bloodshot eyes.

“What did you do to her?”

I blinked innocently. “Everyone saw it. She fell on her own. By the way, your words at that motel were truly touching.”

Alexander froze as if struck by lightning. “You spied on me!”

“That doesn’t matter,” I said, sitting down elegantly. “What matters is that I’ve decided to help you two get together. Let’s get a divorce.” I dropped the word casually. “I’m tired of this sham marriage.”

A flash of greed lit up Alexander’s eyes, quickly replaced by suspicion. “On what terms?”

“For old times’ sake, I’ll only take what’s mine.” I opened a document I had prepared. “This house will be mine, and you will give me 5% of the company’s shares.”

“In your dreams!” Alexander stood up. “Do you know this house is worth $10 million? And the shares? Don’t even think about it.”

I sighed and pulled a small stack of photos from a drawer. “Then these photos will be in every newspaper tomorrow morning.”

The pictures showed Alexander not only with Clara, but with at least three other women. The most damning was a photo of him gambling at the Atlantic City Casino with members of a local syndicate.

“You… you…” Alexander’s face turned gray.

“You have three days. Think it over.” I put the photos away. “Oh, by the way, even though Clara lost the baby, your father will be pleased. He despises the Vance family.”

“No…” Alexander suddenly raised his head. “How did you know my father hates the Vances?”

“Just a guess.” I smiled. “Otherwise, why would he forbid you from seeing her?”

Alexander looked at me with suspicion, then stormed out, slamming the door.

I immediately called the investigator, Cain. “I want you to dig deep into the relationship between Vittorio Blackwood and George Vance, especially the events of 20 years ago.”

After the call, I opened my computer to review my day’s winnings. According to Clara’s medical records, not only had she miscarried, but the shock had damaged her uterus, making future pregnancies difficult. An unexpected bonus.

The phone vibrated. An audio file from my father. I put on my earphones. I heard George Vance’s angry voice: “Vittorio, have you forgotten what happened 20 years ago? If I hadn’t disposed of that body for you…”

The recording cut off abruptly, but the content was shocking enough. Vittorio was my father-in-law’s name. The word “body” sent a chill down my spine.

Then a message from my father arrived: “Sophia, come see me tomorrow. There are things I need to tell you.”

I stared at the phone screen, my heart pounding. What happened 20 years ago? Whose body was it? Was it related to my mother’s sudden death? Outside, a bolt of lightning split the night sky. My reflection in the window was pale and cold. In my eyes, the fire of revenge burned brightly. Alexander, did you think the divorce was the end? No, it was just the signal for the next act of my vengeance to begin.

My father’s estate was nestled in the heart of a dense Hudson Valley forest. In front of the gate, surrounded by high walls, stood two bodyguards in black suits. Throughout the entire drive with Lucas, I kept thinking about that recording. “Disposed of the body.” Those words were stuck in my mind like thorns.

“Miss Sophia, we’re here,” Lucas reminded me softly.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. My father was pruning his old olive trees in the garden. Each of his movements was precise and measured, exuding a quiet strength. He didn’t look like a man his age.

“Sophia.” He stopped and motioned for me to follow him inside.

My leg was better now; I could walk without a cane. I followed him into his study. The air was thick with the scent of tobacco and old leather. The study was exactly as I remembered it. Even the celadon ceramic vase, my mother’s favorite, was in its place.

My father took a yellowed envelope from a safe, his expression serious. “20 years ago, when your mother left me, she was already pregnant with you.”

“I know.” I nodded.

“But you don’t know why she left.” My father took out a faded photograph and pushed it in front of me. “Look at this man.”

In the photo, a young Vittorio Blackwood was posing in front of a construction site with an unknown man. They were holding champagne glasses, and behind them was a banner that read “Blackwood Construction Site Inauguration.” The unknown man had his arm around my father-in-law, smiling broadly.

“Who is this man?” I frowned.

“George Vance’s brother, Claudio Vance.” My father’s voice was as cold as ice. “And he was also the man who killed your mother.”

I dug my nails into my palm without realizing it. “What exactly happened back then?”

“Vittorio Blackwood and the Vances were collaborating on a redevelopment project using illegal evictions. During one of those, someone died. Claudio Vance killed a protester by beating him.” My father produced another document. “Your mother photographed the evidence and wanted to report them.”

The document contained several blurry photos. Claudio Vance was holding an iron pipe, and on the ground lay a resident covered in blood. The date on the photo was one week before my mother’s death.

“Claudio Vance found out and went to her apartment.” My father’s voice trembled slightly. “When I arrived, it was too late.”

I stared at the photo, my vision blurring. The truth about my mother’s death, which at age five I was told was an accidental fall, was so horrific.

“The police closed the case quickly due to pressure from the Blackwood and Vance families. And Claudio Vance?” My voice was a hoarse whisper.

“He died,” my father sneered. “Three days after the funeral, in a car accident.”

I suddenly looked up. My father’s gaze told me everything. It wasn’t an accident.

“Vittorio Blackwood and George Vance covered everything up,” my father said, arranging the documents. “For years I gathered evidence, but they were too deeply entrenched in politics and business… until I married Alexander.”

That’s when I understood my father’s silence. He was waiting for me to discover the truth on my own. “I didn’t want you to be blinded by revenge,” he sighed. “But now, you have your own reasons for vengeance.”

I stood up and walked to the window. The pine forest swayed in the wind like the whisper of countless suffering souls. My mother, so gentle, who had taught me how to draw, had died so cruelly.

“Dad, they will pay in blood.” I turned around, my voice strangely calm. “Not just Alexander, but the entire Blackwood and Vance families.”

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