I had no choice but to step forward.
“I want to thank my wife,” Franco said mockingly, “for accepting her shortcomings and even organizing this event herself. Valerie, do you have a gift for our ‘child’?”
I smiled. This was the moment I had been waiting for.
I took the microphone and looked straight into the eyes of Franco, Jessica, and Doña Matilda.
“Yes, Franco,” I said calmly. “I do have a gift. I worked very hard to find it and paid a lot for it—just for this special day.”
I signaled the waiter to hand me a large red envelope.
“Jessica,” I turned to the mistress. “You said you’re three months pregnant, correct?”
“Yes,” she snapped. “And it’s a boy. The future CEO.”
“Good,” I replied. “Franco, open my gift.”
Excited, Franco tore open the envelope, clearly expecting a land title or a bank account for the baby.
But when he pulled out the contents, it was a medical report.
His smile vanished. His brow furrowed as he read. His face turned pale. His hands began to tremble.
“W-What is this…?” Franco whispered.
“Read it out loud, Franco,” I said into the microphone.
He couldn’t speak—so I did.
“For everyone’s information,” I began, walking to the center of the stage, “for ten years, you blamed me for not having a child. You called me barren. You called me worthless.”
I turned to Doña Matilda.
“But last month, I visited a fertility doctor. And the doctor said I am perfectly healthy. There is nothing wrong with my womb.”
The crowd began whispering.
“So I wondered,” I continued, “if I’m healthy, why couldn’t I get pregnant? That’s why I took a strand of Franco’s hair while he was asleep and sent it to a laboratory for comprehensive DNA and fertility testing.”
I pointed at the paper in Franco’s hands.
“Franco, that document proves you have a condition called azoospermia. That means you have ZERO sperm count. You were born infertile. You will never be able to have a child.”
The entire mansion fell silent.
