Sofia froze, her face paling as she turned to Michael.

“That baby,” I continued, steady and clear, “cannot be yours.”

Michael gripped the papers as if willing them to change. “You’re lying!” he roared, slamming them down. “This is some kind of trick!”

I shook my head. “No trick. The results are conclusive. And you’ve known, haven’t you? You’ve known for months. But instead of honesty, you chose humiliation. You brought this woman into our home, thinking you’d shame me in front of my family. But tonight, Michael—you’ve shamed yourself.”

Sofia’s lips trembled. Her eyes filled with tears as she whispered, “Michael… you said… you promised this was your child.”