The doors at the far end slowly creaked open.
A woman in black entered, calm and unreadable. She held the hand of a small boy—no older than five.
The child looked around nervously… then locked eyes with Daniel.
The resemblance was undeniable.
Same eyes.
Same expression.
Emma stepped backward, unable to breathe.
Emma (whispering):
“No… this isn’t happening…”
The woman stopped in the center of the room.
She looked directly at Daniel.
Woman (coldly):
“Tell them.”
Silence.
Not a single camera shutter sound. Even the livestream seemed to freeze.
Woman:
“Tell them who his father is.”
Daniel’s face drained of color.
The screen behind them finally completed its scan.
99.9% PATERNITY MATCH CONFIRMED
The ballroom exploded into chaos.
Screams. Confusion. People rushing toward exits.
Emma collapsed slightly, staring at Daniel like a stranger.
Emma (broken):
“…Who are you?”
The woman smiled faintly, almost pityingly.
Woman (final line):
“I’m his wife.”
END.
