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 Birthday Gift

The night before Vittorio Blackwood’s 70th birthday, I was in my walk-in closet trying on a dress in front of the mirror—a champagne-colored gown that beautifully highlighted my waist. The scar on my right leg was barely visible.

Lucas knocked and entered, holding a velvet jewelry box. “The Don sent this. He said it would go well with your dress tomorrow.”

Inside was a diamond necklace. In the center, a rare red diamond emitted a blood-red light. I recognized that jewel. It had been my mother’s favorite when she was alive.

“Where is dad?” I touched the red diamond. It was cold as ice.

“He’s waiting for you in the study. Mr. Reed is there as well.”

I put on a dressing gown and walked barefoot to the study. When I opened the door, Dad and Matthew were talking over an architectural plan. Matthew was in an impeccable suit, his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses as sharp as an eagle’s. When I entered, he nodded slightly.

“Miss Moretti.”

“Sophia, come look at this.” Dad called me over. “The real plan for Blackwood Construction’s Hudson Yards complex doesn’t show the luxurious residential complex that was advertised, but a dense cluster of small apartments. The building density exceeds regulations and the green space has been halved.”

“Vittorio Blackwood deceived the city.” Matthew pointed to a stamp in the corner of the plan. “This is the final version and work has already begun.”

“If this goes public, the entire project will get a demolition order. Blackwood Construction will suffer a loss of at least $1 billion.” I continued the thought.

My father handed me a USB drive. “Tomorrow’s birthday gift is ready. And there’s something even more fun.”

I plugged the USB into the computer. A bank statement appeared on the screen from my father-in-law’s Swiss account. Over $5 million had been transferred to Clara Vance every month, regularly for the past three years. The reason was always listed as “support,” but the last transaction was for “medical expenses.” The date was the exact day of Clara’s miscarriage.

“My father-in-law knew about Clara’s pregnancy?” I frowned.

Matthew opened another file. “That’s not all. From Clara’s medical records, it turns out that during the period of conception, Alexander was on a business trip in Africa. The dates don’t match.”

My eyes widened. “Then that child…”

“The most interesting part,” Matthew said, adjusting his glasses, “is that Vittorio Blackwood, despite knowing all this, helped Clara hide the truth.”

My father sneered. “The relationship between Vittorio and Clara may not be as simple as father-in-law and daughter-in-law.”

This information made me sick. The Blackwood family was even filthier than I had imagined.

“Tomorrow at the birthday party, all the media will be there.” I closed the laptop. “It’s time to give the Blackwood family a very big gift.”

The next day at noon, the Blackwood Villa was decorated for a party, and luxury cars arrived one after another. I entered the hall on Alexander’s arm, playing the role of a loving couple. Since his suspension, Alexander had become as docile as a stray dog. He couldn’t even look me in the eye.

“My dear, you’ve arrived!” My father-in-law greeted me, his face beaming. His gaze briefly landed on the red diamond necklace around my neck, and his expression stiffened slightly.

“This necklace was my mother’s.” I smiled sweetly. “I see you remember it, Dad.”

My father-in-law tried to remain calm and escorted us to the head table. High-ranking government officials and bank directors were there. I noticed Clara was also present. She wore a simple white dress and sat in a corner, her belly flat and her face pale. When she felt my gaze, she lowered her head and started fiddling with a napkin.

The party began and the host announced the time for speeches. My father-in-law went on stage with a beaming face to boast about Blackwood Construction’s achievements, not saying a word about the recent scandals. There was applause, as if the stock market crash and the construction site disaster of a few days ago had never happened.

“Finally, I want to thank my daughter-in-law, Sophia, for her understanding and generosity.” My father-in-law raised his glass. There was another round of applause.

I stood up elegantly and walked towards the stage. Alexander desperately tried to grab my dress from under the table, but I gently sidestepped him.

“Dad, you were magnificent.” I took the microphone. “As a daughter-in-law of this family, I’ve prepared a special birthday gift.”

I signaled to Matthew. As he fiddled with his laptop, the hall’s screen slowly descended. My father-in-law’s face went rigid as if he had a bad premonition.

“First, let’s look at the real plan for Blackwood Construction’s Hudson Yards complex.” I pressed the button on the remote, and a murmur spread through the hall. The real plan was completely different from what was advertised. Several government officials suddenly turned pale.

“President Blackwood, what is the meaning of this?” The director of the construction department shouted, standing up.

“A misunderstanding! It’s all a misunderstanding!” My father-in-law rushed the stage to snatch the microphone, but I quickly dodged him and moved to the next screen.

“And now, the bank statements from President Vittorio Blackwood’s Swiss account. For the last three years, he has transferred over $5 million per month to Miss Clara Vance.”

With the clear bank records projected on the screen, a deafening silence fell over the hall. Clara screamed and ran for the exit, but was blocked by bodyguards.

Finally, my voice suddenly turned sharp. “Miss Clara Vance’s pregnancy certificate. Calculating the period of conception… my husband was on a business trip in Africa.”

“Nonsense!” Alexander stood up. “I also have the DNA test results.”

I calmly projected the last slide. “Honey, that child wasn’t mine.”

The hall exploded as if hit by a bomb. Alexander rushed the stage like an enraged lion, but Lucas blocked him. My father-in-law, his face ashen, dropped the glass he was holding.

“And there’s something even more fun.” I raised my voice and played a recording.

In the recording, my father-in-law tells Clara: “Have the baby. We’ll make sure Alexander accepts it as his. The Vance family really needs this child to inherit Blackwood Construction.”

Hearing those words, Alexander turned and punched his father in the face. “You old bastard!”

The situation spiraled completely out of control. Directors stormed out of the hall. Bank directors tore up the loan contracts they had prepared. Journalists snapped photos relentlessly.

I elegantly descended the stage and, amidst the gazes of shock and admiration, walked out of the hall. Behind me, I could hear Alexander’s screams and my father-in-law’s sobs. Clara had collapsed on the floor, but no one paid her any attention.

I got into the waiting car and took a deep breath.

“Miss Sophia, where to?” Lucas asked.

“Let’s go to the clinic.” I looked at my phone. Clara’s latest medical records had arrived. I wanted to see her in person.