“There’s a discrepancy.”
“What does that mean?” Mark demanded.
The doctor pressed a button. “Security, please stand by.”
The tension snapped.
“What’s wrong?” Patricia asked, rushing in.
The doctor turned to them all.
“Based on the development, the conception occurred about four weeks earlier than what was stated.”
Silence.
Mark stared at Lauren.
“A month?” he said slowly. “That’s not possible. We weren’t even—”
“That means,” the doctor said calmly, “she was already pregnant before your relationship timeline.”
The room exploded.
“Whose baby is it?” Mark shouted.
Lauren panicked. “It’s a mistake!”
“It’s not,” the doctor said.
Jessica snapped. “You used him!”
At that exact moment, Mark’s phone rang again.
It was his CFO.
“Mark, we have a serious problem. Contracts are being terminated. The IRS is here.”
Mark went pale.
“What?”
“They’ve received evidence—financial misconduct.”
His phone slipped from his hand.
Everything unraveled at once.
A nurse stepped in. “Your payment was declined. Account frozen.”
Mark checked his banking app.
Frozen.
Court order.
Filed by Emily.
Miles away, our plane lifted into the sky.
Lily laughed softly, looking at the clouds. Noah leaned against me, finally asleep.
I closed my eyes.
While he was building his lies, I had been quietly documenting everything.
Every transaction. Every transfer. Every secret.
He thought I was weak.
He didn’t realize I was preparing.
By the time we landed, everything he built was collapsing.
His office was under investigation.
Accounts frozen.
Assets seized.
And the final blow—
The trust fund he thought was untouched?
Transferred.
Authorized by me.
He had lost everything.
In London, the air felt different.
Clean.
Light.
We arrived at a small, beautiful house waiting for u
