Say hi to the sharks,” my daughter-in-law whispered as she caused my “acc:ident” on the

Their composure cracked like glass under pressure. David’s face turned pale, and Vanessa’s trademark grin dissolved into a tremor of fear.

“You might want to sit,” I said calmly. “The child you claim as yours isn’t who you say he is.”

Vanessa snapped back, but her voice quivered. I tapped the file. “DNA results. The baby isn’t David’s. It reveals an affair—and something much darker. The real mother didn’t just ‘give up’ her child. Her disappearance ties to events you both exploited.”

David’s eyes widened. “Vanessa?”

She faltered. “It’s not true…”

“Oh, but it is,” I replied. “She left a journal—fears, threats, and your names.”

Silence followed, heavy and sharp. David whispered, “What did you do?”

Vanessa stared at the floor. “What I had to.”

I rose, steady. “I built my legacy on truth. I won’t let you destroy it. Consider this your warning—the sharks are circling, and they’re hungry for answers.”