“It is all her fault!” he shouted, pointing a shaky finger at me. “She is always working! A real man needs constant attention and I was neglected!”
I laughed at him, a dry, bitter, and cold sound.
“Did you also need your mother to hold me down and shave my head while I slept?”
That night, I installed small, hidden cameras in the living room and the main hallway.
I already knew that when a parasite loses its food source, it eventually tries to bite.
They did not take long to show their true colors.
Evelyn tried to hand me a cup of tea, claiming it would “help me sleep better” after all the stress.
I poured it down the sink and pretended to fall into a deep, drug-induced sleep.
At midnight, she and Patrick crept into my room with a heavy flashlight and a set of tools.
They were desperate to break into my private safe to steal the house deeds.
After twenty minutes of struggling, they finally managed to pry the heavy door open.
Inside, there were no property deeds to be found.
Instead, there was just a single printed sheet of paper that read: “The house is registered solely in my name and the documents are stored in a secure vault. Good night, thieves.”
The next morning, neither of them dared to look me in the eye.
But Patrick still had one final, dirtiest card left to play.
Two days later, he walked into the house with a girl named Chloe, who wore far too much makeup, dressed in revealing clothes, and had a belly that looked far too round and perfect.
“I would like you to meet the woman I truly love,” Patrick announced with a flourish.
“She is pregnant with my child. This is the first grandson of this family. So, you are going to sign these divorce papers and leave the house to us.”
Evelyn began to cry tears of joy and immediately rushed over to stroke Chloe’s belly.
“Finally, an heir for our legacy.”
Chloe looked at me with a mocking, cruel expression.
“Love is not to blame for the fact that a wife does not know how to keep her husband interested in her.”
I did not bother answering her.
I just watched her hard, high, and strange-looking belly.
I looked at her ten-centimeter designer heels, her overwhelming perfume, and the way she moved around the room without any of the natural caution of a pregnant woman.
I allowed a small, knowing smile to touch my lips.
“Fine. You two can stay for a few days while I sort everything out with my lawyer.”
They genuinely believed that they had won the war.
They had no idea that they had just walked onto the stage where I had carefully planned to expose every single one of their pathetic lies.
CHAPTER 3: The Final Curtain
Chloe turned my beautiful home into a chaotic circus tent within hours.
She constantly demanded fresh juices, expensive snacks, new designer clothes, and luxury food “for the sake of the baby.”
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 still receiving threatening calls from his debt collectors.
I watched them all in total silence, gathering my evidence.
A private investigator I had hired sent me the full report only two days later.
Chloe was not pregnant at all.
She had purchased a fake medical ultrasound online, was wearing a high-quality silicone pregnancy belly, and was secretly meeting with the exact same debt collector who was currently hounding 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 did not confront them immediately, because I was waiting for the absolutely perfect moment.
That moment arrived on Evelyn’s birthday.
She had decided to host a large family meal in my living room and invited all of her neighbors, cousins, and old friends.
She wanted to introduce Chloe to everyone as “the holy blessing that God sent to our family.”
She had filled the room with flowers and 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 glass high.
“I would like to toast to the fact that my dear son will finally have a real woman by his side, one who actually knows how to provide him with offspring.”
Patrick smiled like a proud peacock, and Chloe gently stroked her fake silicone belly.
That was when I stood up and clicked the remote to turn off the music.
I connected my laptop to the large screen in the living room and played the first video file.
It showed Chloe in a crowded coffee shop, standing perfectly straight without any belly, laughing loudly with a tattooed man.
“Patrick is such a huge fool,” she said in the video. “I sold him on a fake belly and he fell for it instantly. His mother is so desperate for a grandchild that she will believe anything. Once his wife signs the papers, we are going to sell that house and run away together.”
The entire room went deathly silent.
Chloe tried to scramble up from her chair, but I immediately played the next file: the receipt for the fake ultrasound, high-resolution photos of the silicone belly, and text messages where she asked Patrick for money while making fun of his intelligence behind his back.
Patrick lunged at her and ripped the shawl from her shoulders.
