âSir, Iâm sorry.
Iâm truly sorry, but Iâm innocent.
This was all orchestrated by Alexandria.
â
âThatâs absurd!â Alexandria snapped back instantly.
âYou coerced me!â
Her eyes welled with tears as she turned to me, pleading, âCaleb, please believe me.
I really am innocentâ¦â
I remained silent, observing the escalating blame game alongside Debra.
The tension grew as the accused man became increasingly desperate.
âThatâs a lie! You approached me, wanting a child.
At first, I hesitated, but you blackmailed me, threatening my parentsâ lives.
â
Collapsing to his knees, he implored again, âSir, please believe me.
I deeply regret this.
Please forgive me.
â
Watching the man quake with fear, Alexandria was visibly infuriated yet maintained her stance.
âCaleb, even if these photos are accurate, the child Iâm carrying is yours.
Remember, you had Carlos conduct a paternity test? The results are right there.
You canât just abandon me and our baby!â
With that, Alexandria turned her fury towards Debra, taunting her venomously, âYouâre the shameless one.
If you hadnât clung to Caleb, he would never consider leaving my child fatherless.
Youâre a mother too.
How can you be so heartless? Why are you trying to steal the father of my child before itâs even born?â
Debraâs POV:
I froze for a moment, caught off guard by Alexandriaâs sudden tirade.
Hadnât they just been blaming each other? Why drag me into this now?
Yet, Alexandria continued her verbal assault, growing more intense by the second.
âItâs all your fault.
Youâre a curse, bringing misfortune everywhere you go!â
I could only frown in silence.
Even as the biological father of her child was ushered into the room, Alexandria seemed unperturbed enough to continue her attack on me.
Did she genuinely believe that my departure, spurred by jealousy, would leave her as Calebâs only option?
A laugh escaped me before I responded calmly, âA curse, am I? Well, currently, Iâm the one with Caleb.
And you? You should be clear about who the father of your child really is, right?â
A flicker of panic crossed Alexandriaâs face, but she retorted stubbornly, âOf course itâs Caleb!â
I was rendered utterly speechless.
Initially, I thought Alexandria was merely malicious, but her actions revealed a level of foolishness I hadnât anticipated.
Instead of reacting with anger, I responded with a grin, âIf you persist in using this unknown child to manipulate Caleb, it will end badly for you.
Consider this carefully.
â
Unfazed, Alexandria appeared to believe that the lack of definitive proof regarding the childâs paternity bolstered her confidence.
She declared haughtily, âMark my words, if you and Caleb donât get a divorce and he doesnât marry me soon, Iâll take this public.
Even at the cost of my own reputation, Iâll ensure my child has a Legitimate status.
â
Her threats bordered on comical.
Glancing at Alexandriaâs abdomen, I remarked with a chuckle, âTo prove that child isnât Calebâs, I wouldnât even need a paternity test.
Any competent doctor could determine the precise stage of pregnancy with a B Ultrasound.
â
At my words, a flicker of fear crossed Alexandriaâs face.
With a scornful smile, I pressed on, âUnless Iâm mistaken, Caleb was staying in the witch clan by the time you conceived, right?â
Her complexion blanched, and her fingers clutching the quilt began to tremble.
Seeing her visibly shaken by my assertion, I added, âIf you consent to having a paternity test done between your child and that man, proving no connection to Caleb, and vow to leave our lives undisturbed, Iâll act as though none of this ever transpired.
â