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“The baby isn’t Nate’s!”
My fingers turned white around the phone. “WHAT?”
“We’ve checked the genetic repository records.”
“According to the logs, Nate’s sample was never accessed–it had been frozen and sealed away
months ago.”
Professor Martinez’s voice took on an icy edge. “Paige definitely tried to steal his sample initially,
but she failed.”
“So she found someone else. And from the beginning, she never intended to tell anyone.”
My heart clenched violently.
The baby… wasn’t Nate’s at all.
“I suspect Paige knew you were onto her, which is why she orchestrated that allergic reaction when you ‘happened‘ to visit the hospital.”
“I just received files from my contact at the medical center. The allergen that triggered the baby’s
reaction couldn’t possibly have been in any commercial perfume you’d use.”
“She tampered with the baby’s blanket herself.”
“Then she perfectly timed her dramatic scene when you came to hospital, creating a public spectacle that aligned with the hospital’s ‘allergy incident‘–all calculated to turn everyone against you.”
“She was trying to use the baby’s potential death to completely destroy you.”
Nausea surged through my stomach. I nearly vomited right there.
So the supposed postpartum depression was just a ploy to get me to the hospital!
She’d even harmed her own child to make it work.
“Too bad she didn’t actually die,” Professor Martinez said coldly.
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I sank into a chair, my entire body shaking uncontrollably. My fingers dug into my thighs so hard. my nails broke skin, but I couldn’t feel it.
“She’s insane,” I whispered.
“No, she’s clearheaded,” my professor’s voice cut through with precision. “More clearheaded than any of us.”
I clutched the copy of the surveillance footage, taking several moments to steady myself.
Finally, my eyes hardened with resolve: “Then it’s time she faces consequences.”
I spent three full days compiling everything–the surveillance footage, hospital lab reports, genetic repository records, allergen analysis–and handed it all to my attorney.
“We can file suits for defamation, intentional injury, and conspiracy to frame you,” the attorney said calmly. “We’ll win this case, but it might damage your marriage’s public image. People love a scandal more than they love the truth.”
“That’s fine.”
My voice was quiet, but my eyes showed zero hesitation. “I’m not the one who did anything wrong.”
I used to stay silent because I still loved him.
But now? Only feel disgusting.
That very night, Nate received the bathroom surveillance video.
Nate sat in his vast living room, the dim light casting shadows across his unshaven face. The emptiness around him felt like it might swallow him whole.
He watched the video again and again, each frame like a knife slicing through the certainty he’d
once held so arrogantly.
She never intended to die.
She only wanted Sienna to die.
He jabbed the pause button, freezing the image as Paige poured fake blood into the bathwater.
“How could she…?”
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“It was all fake. Every single thing.”
The baby wasn’t his.
The suicide note was just another prop in her performance.
The allergic reaction, the threats, all of it–her elaborate setup.
Sienna had never harmed the child.
Outside, rain poured in torrents.
He raced to the Lakeside apartment, his heart heavy with regret and anguish.
He pressed the doorbell repeatedly, but received no response.
So he raised his fist and pounded on the door.
“Sienna, please open up! I’m begging you!”
He shouted with everything he had, his voice breaking with desperation.
Rain pelted his face relentlessly.
The door remained closed.
“Sienna, please don’t leave me like this! I know I fucked up–I fucked up so badly! Just give me one chance to make this right! I’ll do anything!”
‘Sienna, please… just open the door?”
‘Remember all the good times we had? Don’t they mean anything?”
‘Those nights stargazing on the balcony… the first dinner you cooked for me… when I was sick and you stayed up all night, bringing me water every hour. Sienna, we were happy then–that was real!”
‘I know I was wrong. I’m a fucking idiot. Hit me, scream at me, whatever you need–just please forgive me this once.”
The rain continued to pour, blurring his silhouette against the night.
The door remained shut.
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He collapsed completely, crumpling to the ground outside her door.
Tears mingled with rainwater on his face, the pain in his chest making it nearly impossible to
breathe.
Just as consciousness began to slip away, the door finally opened.
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