MY HUSBAND FORCED ME TO ORGANIZE A BABY SHOWER FOR HIS MISTRESS—BUT WHAT THEY DIDN’T KNOW WAS THAT THE “GIFT” I PREPARED WAS A DNA TEST THAT WOULD SHATTER THEIR PRIDE.

“Jessica,” I turned to the mistress. “You said you’re three months pregnant, correct?”

“Yes,” she snapped. “And it’s a boy. The future CEO.”

“Good,” I replied. “Franco, open my gift.”

Excited, Franco tore open the envelope, clearly expecting a land title or a bank account for the baby.

But when he pulled out the contents, it was a medical report.

His smile vanished. His brow furrowed as he read. His face turned pale. His hands began to tremble.

“W-What is this…?” Franco whispered.

“Read it out loud, Franco,” I said into the microphone.

He couldn’t speak—so I did.

“For everyone’s information,” I began, walking to the center of the stage, “for ten years, you blamed me for not having a child. You called me barren. You called me worthless.”

I turned to Doña Matilda.

“But last month, I visited a fertility doctor. And the doctor said I am perfectly healthy. There is nothing wrong with my womb.”

The crowd began whispering.

“So I wondered,” I continued, “if I’m healthy, why couldn’t I get pregnant? That’s why I took a strand of Franco’s hair while he was asleep and sent it to a laboratory for comprehensive DNA and fertility testing.”

I pointed at the paper in Franco’s hands.

“Franco, that document proves you have a condition called azoospermia. That means you have ZERO sperm count. You were born infertile. You will never be able to have a child.”

The entire mansion fell silent.

Franco dropped the paper and turned to Jessica.

“If… if I’m infertile…” he said, shaking, “then who is the father of the child you’re carrying?!”

Jessica turned pale, as if about to faint.

“H-Honey… that test is fake! Valerie is lying! She’s just jealous!” she cried.

“Fake?” I laughed. “I also hired a private investigator. Do you know who Jessica chats with every night? Her gym instructor.”