The billionaire husband slowly turned to his wife, his voice trembling.
“What surrogate, Eleanor? You told me you spent those nine months at the Swiss wellness retreat.”
The elegant wife backed away, her diamond necklace violently shaking against her collarbone. The entire ballroom held its breath.
But it was the nanny who broke the silence.
Still on the marble floor, she suddenly stopped crying. The terrified, humiliated expression vanished from her face completely.
She stood up, smoothly brushing the dust off her cheap uniform. She didn’t look like a broken servant anymore. She looked like a predator who had just trapped her prey.
“She didn’t just use a surrogate, Richard,” the nanny’s voice rang out, sharp and dripping with venom. “She used my egg. And she certainly didn’t use *your* DNA.”
The billionaire’s face drained of blood. “What?”
The nanny’s lips curled into a cold, triumphant smile. She didn’t look at the billionaire. She looked straight past the wife, locking eyes with the man in the dark suit standing right behind her—Richard’s ruthless younger brother.
The man in the dark suit smirked. He stepped forward, placing a casual, heavy hand on the freezing wife’s shoulder.
“You’ve been shooting blanks for a decade, Richard,” his brother said smoothly. “Eleanor needed an heir to secure her trust fund. I just provided the raw materials. And Maya here…” He nodded at the nanny. “…provided the perfect trap.”
The ballroom erupted into sheer chaos.
Maya pulled a sleek audio recorder from her apron, the red light blinking.
“Assault, fraud, and a fully recorded confession,” Maya whispered, stepping right up to the ruined wife’s pale face. “My son and I will be taking the mansion now. You have ten minutes to pack.”