I looked at her ten-centimeter designer heels, her overwhelming perfume, and the way she moved around the room without the natural caution of a pregnant woman.
I allowed a small, knowing smile to touch my lips.
"Okay. You two can stay for a few days while I sort everything out with my lawyer."
They truly believed they had won the war.
They had no idea that they had just walked onto the stage where he had carefully planned to expose each and every one of their pathetic lies.
PART 3:
The Final Curtain
Chloe turned my beautiful house into a chaotic circus tent in a matter of hours.
She constantly demanded fresh juices, expensive snacks, new designer clothes, and luxury food "for the baby's sake."
Evelyn waited on her hand and foot as if she were carrying the next king of the world.
Patrick escorted her around the living room like an exemplary father, all while continuing to receive threatening calls from his debt collectors.
I saw them all in total silence, gathering my evidence.
A private investigator I had hired sent me the full report just two days later.
Chloe was not pregnant at all.
She had bought a fake medical ultrasound online, was wearing a high-quality silicone pregnancy belly, and was secretly meeting with the same debt collector who was currently harassing Patrick for cash.
The plan was simple: they would scare me with the threat of a fake heir, force me into a messy divorce, steal my house, sell it, and then split the profit among themselves.
I carefully saved every video file, every audio recording, every text message, and every document.
I also kept the original security footage from the night Evelyn shaved my head while I was sleeping.
I didn't confront them immediately, because I was waiting for the absolutely perfect moment.
That moment came on Evelyn's birthday.
She had decided to organize a big family meal in my living room and invited all her neighbors, cousins, and old friends.
She wanted to introduce Chloe to everyone as "the holy blessing God sent to our family."
She had filled the room with flowers and had ordered a large cake that was decorated with the words: “Welcome, dear grandson.”
When everyone was finally seated and the room was full, Evelyn stood up and raised her tall glass.
"I would like to raise a glass to the fact that my dear son will finally have a real woman by his side, one who really knows how to provide him with offspring."
Patrick smiled like a proud peacock, and Chloe gently stroked her fake silicone belly.
That's when I stood up and clicked the remote control to turn off the music.
I connected my laptop to the big screen in the living room and played the first video file.
It showed Chloe in a crowded cafe, standing perfectly straight with no belly, laughing loudly with a tattooed man.
“Patrick is such a fool,” she said in the video. “I sold him on a fake pregnancy belly and he fell in love with it instantly. His mother is so desperate for a grandchild she’ll believe anything. Once his wife signs the papers, we’re going to sell that house and run away together.”
The entire room fell deathly silent.
Chloe tried to get up from her chair, but I immediately played the following file: the receipt for the fake ultrasound, high-resolution photos of the silicone belly, and text messages where she asked Patrick for money while mocking his intelligence behind his back.
Patrick lunged at her and ripped the shawl off her shoulders.
The fake silicone belly fell to the floor with a heavy, dull thud.
There were screams of horror, chairs being pushed back, and several guests took out their phones to record the spectacle.
“She’s not actually pregnant!” one of the aunts shrieked in horror.
Evelyn put her hands over her mouth and began to tremble.
His dream of an heir was literally rolling on the floor, made entirely of cheap plastic.
But the worst was yet to come for them.
