“So I asked myself a simple question,” I continued. “If I am healthy, then why did I never conceive, which led me to take a sample of Brandon’s hair while he slept and send it for advanced testing.”
I pointed to the paper still shaking in his hands.
“That document confirms that Brandon has azoospermia, which means he has no sperm and was born unable to have children.”
The room fell silent as the truth landed like a shockwave.
Brandon dropped the paper and turned slowly toward Tiffany with disbelief in his eyes.
“If I cannot have children,” he stammered, “then whose baby are you carrying right now.”
Tiffany’s face drained of color, and she stepped back nervously while trying to find words.
“That report is fake, and she is lying because she is jealous,” Tiffany said desperately.
“Jealous,” I repeated with a calm smile. “I also hired a private investigator, and do you know who Tiffany has been meeting every night behind your back.”
I pulled out photographs and let them scatter across the stage for everyone to see.
Images of Tiffany embracing and kissing another man.
Deborah screamed loudly while covering her mouth. “That is not possible because that child is supposed to be our grandson.”
Brandon rushed toward Tiffany with anger exploding across his face. “Did you betray me after everything I gave you, including the apartment and all the money.”
“I am sorry,” Tiffany cried. “I never thought you would find out.”
Deborah stepped forward and slapped her hard across the face. “Get out of this house immediately, you disgrace.”
The entire room descended into chaos with shouting, accusations, and security stepping in to escort Tiffany away while guests whispered in shock.
I stepped down from the stage calmly, feeling lighter with every step.
Moments later, Brandon approached me and dropped to his knees in front of everyone.
“Sabrina, please forgive me because I did not know the problem was mine,” he said with desperation in his voice.
I pulled my hand away before he could touch me.
“Do not touch me because everything is over,” I said firmly. “I already spoke to my attorney, and we are getting divorced according to our prenuptial agreement.”
He looked up at me in panic. “I love you, and we can fix this.”
“You never loved me,” I replied calmly. “You only loved the idea of having a son, and now that you know you never will, you have nothing left to offer me.”