Chapter 4 - The Private Investigator
Adrian frowned, his dark eyes dropping back down to the open leather folder in his hands.
Behind the ultrasound was a thick, professionally bound document stamped with the logo of the most elite private investigation firm in the country.
Adrian flipped the page. His heart hammered violently against his ribs.
It was a comprehensive medical and financial background check. But it wasn't on Evelyn. It was on Chloe, his young, beautiful mistress.
"What is this?" Adrian demanded, his voice laced with sudden apprehension.
"It's the truth," Evelyn replied calmly, resting her hand protectively over her unborn daughter. "While you were busy buying Chloe a penthouse and showering her with millions of dollars in designer jewelry, I was busy hiring the best investigators money could buy."
Adrian read the highlighted summary on the first page. The blood violently drained from his face, leaving him looking like a ghost in his black shirt.
According to the official medical records intercepted by the investigators, Chloe wasn't pregnant. She had never been pregnant. She had visited a specialized Hollywood prop studio three months ago and purchased a high-end, custom-made silicone pregnancy prosthetic.
"She's faking it," Evelyn stated, her voice echoing in the dead silence of the walk-in closet. "She slipped crushed birth control pills into your coffee for a year to make sure she never actually got pregnant, because she knew she couldn't trap you without a 'son'."
"No," Adrian choked out, stumbling backward. "No, I felt the baby kick. I went to the ultrasound appointments!"
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"You went to a corrupt, paid-off doctor in a private clinic," Evelyn corrected him mercilessly. "And you felt a remote-controlled pulse motor hidden beneath a silicone belly. Look at the bank transfers on page three."
👉 What happens when the lying mistress suddenly walks into the master suite?
