Her Husband's Secret Affair novel Chapter 53

“Let’s do a live interview,” Alex suggested, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

His voice was calm, but his sharp gaze swept across the room, lingering on Adam.

“That’s not enough,” Sophie countered immediately, her tone firm but thoughtful. She looked at him, her arms crossed. “We need more evidence to back Adam’s claim before releasing any interview.”

Alex raised an eyebrow. “What kind of evidence are we talking about?”

Sophie straightened. “There’s a high possibility that Brenda’s child isn’t Adam’s. If we can prove that, Adam won’t just win the public’s trust—he’ll win the entire case.”

Emilia, who had been quietly observing, nodded. “I agree with Sophie. It’s not just about clearing Adam’s name; it’s about shutting Brenda down completely. We need to take away the foundation of her lies.”

“And how exactly do we do that?” Alex asked, leaning forward.

“Start the interview,” Sophie said confidently. “We’ll let Adam tell his story while we work on getting Brenda to cooperate with a paternity test. Even if she tries to refuse, the public will demand answers.”

Alex hesitated, clearly unhappy with the idea, but Emilia placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “We can do this, Alex. Trust us.”

Adam, who had been quiet until now, nodded. “I’ll do it. I’ll tell the truth—everything. I have nothing to hide.”

Alex sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. But if this backfires, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Within an hour, the setup was ready.

Cameras were positioned, lights adjusted, and a polished female anchor sat across from Adam, her clipboard in hand. Sophie, Alex, and Emilia stood off to the side, watching intently.

The interview began with a warm introduction, but it didn’t take long for the anchor to dive into the hard questions.

“Adam,” she started, her voice smooth yet firm, “the allegations against you are serious. Let’s begin with the most pressing question: what exactly happened the night Brenda claimed you fathered her child?”

Adam took a deep breath, his hands clasped tightly in his lap. “That night, I was working late. Brenda brought me coffee—something she had always done before. But after drinking it, I started feeling strange. My head was spinning, and I could barely keep my eyes open. The next thing I remember is waking up in the middle of the night… and she was in my arms.”

The anchor’s expression remained neutral, but her pen moved swiftly across her clipboard. “Are you saying you were drugged?”