Sylvia decided to completely ignore Melanie's jab and immediately tagged Yardley.
[Yardley, seeing is believing! Do you believe me and Melanie now? Look at them. Shopping for baby clothes together? You really think there's nothing shady going on?]
Melanie instantly chimed in, also tagging him: [Exactly! Open your eyes and look at this! If you ask me, they've been sleeping together this whole time!]
Sylvia sent a sticker of a cartoon character nodding aggressively, adding: [Yardley, you HAVE to get that DNA test done. Don't let yourself get tricked into raising another man's bastard.]
Corinne Quinn exploded into the chat: [What?! The baby isn't my Yardley's?! Is she really an illegitimate child?! That bitch Scarlett is capable of anything! Yardley, get in here right now!]
Gwen Quinn couldn't help but join the chaos: [Are you sure, Sylvia? You really think the baby is Julian's? That's impossible! Why would a man like Julian ever settle for Scarlett? That's just insane!]
The women squawked back and forth in the chat, their messages firing off non-stop.
At that exact moment, Yardley was sitting in the middle of a high-level executive meeting.
Because a crucial, confidential document was saved on his phone, he had told Nathan to mirror his phone's screen directly to the massive conference room projector for convenience.
He had quit this group chat the day Melanie created it. They had dragged him back in multiple times, and he had quit every single time. He didn't even realize he had been pulled back in again.
Hearing his phone aggressively vibrating with notifications, Yardley frowned, assuming he had caught a virus. He tapped the notification banner to see what it was.
Realizing what was happening, Nathan panicked and scrambled to hit the power button on the projector—but he was too late.
The private, highly toxic group chat was blown up in 4K resolution across the massive screen.
In a split second, every single high-ranking executive in the room read the messages. It was as if they had just witnessed a state secret. Their faces turned purple as they desperately held their breath, completely terrified to make a sound.
Realizing what he had just done, Yardley's face drained of color.
But the actual contents of the video made him physically sick.


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