I ignored him completely and addressed the room.
“Since my husband decided honesty should happen publicly, let’s continue in that spirit.”
My attorney, Mr. Sato, calmly stood from table twelve.
Small. Gray-haired. Absolutely terrifying.
Derek’s face changed immediately.
Mr. Sato raised a thick folder. “Mrs. Vaughn completed a postnuptial fraud disclosure packet this morning. It includes evidence of financial misconduct, coercion, and marital fraud.”
“Postnuptial?” Derek barked. “We got married less than an hour ago!”
“Yes,” I replied. “Forty-two minutes ago.”
The room murmured loudly.
“And seven minutes later,” I continued, “you publicly served divorce papers while holding children you claimed were biologically yours.”
Lena sneered. “They are his.”
“Biologically?” I asked calmly.
Silence.
Derek slowly turned toward her.
Lena’s mouth trembled. “Of course they are.”
Evelyn whispered again. “Lena…”
I looked directly at Derek. “You really didn’t know.”
His confidence cracked instantly.
Mr. Sato opened the folder. “The children were born through a private surrogacy arrangement. Mr. Vaughn is not the biological father.”
Derek stopped breathing.
My stepmother suddenly stood. “This is a lie!”
“Sit down, Marissa,” I said coldly.
She sat immediately.
Because she remembered exactly what I warned her that morning:
One more lie, and the police report becomes public.
Derek stared at Lena. “Whose babies are they?”
Lena opened her mouth.
Nothing came out.
So I answered for her.
“A donor selected by your mother.”
Every head turned toward Evelyn.
She closed her eyes. “I chose the donor because Derek is sterile. He already knew that.”
Derek flinched hard.
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“But Lena told me,” Evelyn whispered shakily, “that Maya agreed. That the babies were meant for the marriage. For the family.”
I laughed once.
A sharp, ugly sound.
“For my marriage?”
Lena finally whispered the truth.
“I was supposed to replace you.”
And there it was.
Not love.
Not passion.
A transaction involving babies.
Derek looked physically sick now. “You told me they were mine.”
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