Five minutes after the divorce was signed, I boarded a flight with my two kids and disappeared overseas. Meanwhile, all seven of his family members crowded into a maternity clinic, celebrating his mistress—until the doctor spoke… and the room went dead silent.

“I mean,” the doctor interrupted, his voice dropping an octave, “that Miss Allison was already pregnant before your documented timeline of ‘exclusive intimacy’ began. By a full month.”

Chapter 3: The Ghost in the Machine

“Whose child is this?”

David’s roar echoed through the sterile halls of the clinic, a sound of primal, wounded pride. Allison sat up on the exam table, clutching the thin paper gown as if it could shield her from the sudden fury of the man she had manipulated.

“David, wait! The doctor is making a mistake! It’s just a growth spurt!” she sobbed, her voice high and desperate.

Dr. Aris shook his head. “Medicine doesn’t have ‘growth spurts’ that skip an entire month of gestation, Miss Allison. The measurements are indisputable.”

Megan lunged forward, her face twisted. “You lying little tramp! You used this baby to get him to buy that condo! You used us!”

In the middle of the chaos, David’s phone began to vibrate again. But it wasn’t a lover’s call this time. It was Andrew, his Chief Financial Officer. David answered, his hand trembling.

“What?” he hissed.