“The originals are on this drive. If you’re so confident, let’s have a professional analyze them. Let’s see who’s lying.”
A flicker of fear flashed in Tristan’s eyes. He clutched Sienna’s shoulders, voice trembling.
“Don’t listen to him! He forged everything to drive a wedge between us. Sienna, the only one I love is you. You know I’d never touch another woman, please, believe me…”
Sienna stared at him for a beat, then gave a firm nod. She turned toward me, her eyes filled with disdain.
“Lucas, do you really think dragging Tristan down will make me change my mind?”
“I’d rather become a nun than marry you.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder and sneered.
“Mrs. Everhart already exposed your wild personal life. Stop embarrassing yourself.” I chuckled lowly, my eyes narrowing.
“Tristan, do you dare go to the hospital right now for a full check-up? Let’s find out which of us is actually ‘incapable.”
His breath hitched. His hands balled into fists.
“I…”
Before he could finish, Sienna pulled out her phone and dialed.
“You really won’t give up until you’re humiliated, will you, Lucas? Fine. I’ll make sure you never show your face again.”
She called the family’s private physician on the spot. Tristan stood frozen in place, his expression a portrait of dread.
Shortly after, I followed the male doctor into the examination room for a thorough evaluation.
Thirty minutes later, the doctor returned and with a heavy expression, turned to Sienna and shook his head.
I stared at Tristan, who stood shielding Sienna in his arms like a knight guarding a stolen queen.
“Tristan,” I said coldly, “it’s your turn.” Sweat beaded on his forehead.
“I… I don’t need to take any test,” he stammered. “Sienna is already pregnant with my child. Isn’t that proof enough?”
The room fell silent for a beat.
Feigning shock, I raised my brows and let my voice project clearly for all to hear.
“Pregnant? But Sienna and I only agreed to marry a week ago. Are you saying she conceived before that?”
Gasps echoed among the guests.
“Then… the two of you have been involved this entire time?”
I looked from Tristan to Sienna, my tone mocking.
“If you had told me earlier that you were together, I never would’ve agreed to this farce of a marriage alliance.”
I turned my gaze to her, my voice laced with bitter irony.
“And you, Sienna, already entangled with Tristan, yet you still agreed to marry me? Why?”