WTF! My Fiancé's Mistress Turned My Prize Horse into My Little Pony Right Before Kentucky Derby?！ - Chapter 11: Chapter 11
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Every eye in the room locked onto my phone.
Nina's manager came charging out of nowhere, lunging for my phone.
I sidestepped and hit play without hesitation.
Nina's shrill voice cut through the dead silence of the ballroom:
"...he only loves me, you're just a stepping stone from his startup days, get rid of that bastard in your belly... I'll be Mrs. Shaw soon enough..."
The recording kept playing, but nobody was listening anymore.
All eyes ping-ponged between me, Dante, and Nina, the air thick with that twisted excitement that only high-society scandal could bring.
Dante's face turned dark. He strode over and grabbed my wrist:
"Wren, let's take this outside."
"What can't be said here?" I jerked free and raised my voice.
"Actually, since everyone's here, I've got some good news too—I'm twelve weeks pregnant, and it's a boy."
The announcement hit like a bomb.
Dante's expression froze, his eyes automatically seeking Nina.
His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.
I'd never seen him look so completely wrecked—crooked tie, sweat beading on his forehead, his perfectly styled hair a mess.
"Mom," I said calmly, "I think Dante needs to make a choice. Does he want his legally wedded wife and legitimate heir, or..." I glanced pointedly at Nina, "his side piece and whatever mystery baby she's carrying."
Nina let out a dramatic sob and started running for the exit.
Her manager quickly intercepted her, whispering urgently.
Dante stood frozen, his gaze bouncing between Nina and me.
Just then, the ballroom doors swung open again.
A middle-aged couple dragged in several large suitcases, clearly startled by the scene they'd walked into.
"Dad? Mom?" Nina called out in surprise.
I narrowed my eyes.
I'd never seen this couple before, but Nina's greeting made their identity crystal clear.
The woman wore an Chanel dress, while the man sported a Patek Philippe on his wrist.
"Nina, sweetheart, what's wrong?" The woman rushed to her daughter's side, her gaze turning icy when it landed on me. "Who's been bullying you?"
Nina pointed at me through her tears:
"Her—she publicly humiliated me..."
The woman looked me up and down, her lips curling into a cold smile:
"Well, well, if it isn't the Parker family princess." Her eyes dropped to my belly. "Knocked up with some stranger's bastard and still has the nerve to play Mrs. Shaw. Wonder what kind of parents raised such a shameless daughter."
Nina's father chimed in with disgust:
"Forget it, don't waste your breath on trash like that. Makes me sick just looking at her."
With that, they started dragging their luggage toward the stairs.
I stood there and suddenly laughed:
"Yeah, I'm really curious too—what kind of parents raise such a shameless daughter."
Nina's mother stiffened but didn't turn around, continuing up the stairs.
Nina bringing her parents to our house was a clear declaration of war.
The ballroom fell dead silent.
Dante finally found his voice:
"Everyone, there's been some misunderstanding today. Please give me time to handle this family matter. I'll make proper apologies to you all later."
The guests took the hint and started filing out, but every face wore that look of barely contained gossip—tomorrow's social circle would have fresh meat to chew on.
My mother moved to my side and took my hand:
"Wren, come home with me."
I shook my head:
"Mom, this is my home. They're the ones who should leave."
Dante rubbed his temples wearily:
"Wren, let's talk."
"Nothing to discuss." I pulled a document from my purse and held it out. "I've already signed the divorce papers. I get custody, and the property division is all laid out."
Dante didn't take it.
The papers fluttered to the floor.
Nina seized the moment to throw herself into his arms:
"Dante, our baby can't grow up without a father..."
My mother let out a bitter laugh:
"Dante, I'm giving you three days to decide. Do you want the Parker family's support and a legitimate heir, or do you want that actress and her bastard child?"
Mom pulled me toward the exit.
At the doorway, I looked back one last time—Dante was bending down to pick up the divorce papers while Nina stood behind him, flashing me a triumphant smile.
I gently touched my belly and silently mouthed back at her:
"Game on."
Nina's manager came charging out of nowhere, lunging for my phone.
I sidestepped and hit play without hesitation.
Nina's shrill voice cut through the dead silence of the ballroom:
"...he only loves me, you're just a stepping stone from his startup days, get rid of that bastard in your belly... I'll be Mrs. Shaw soon enough..."
The recording kept playing, but nobody was listening anymore.
All eyes ping-ponged between me, Dante, and Nina, the air thick with that twisted excitement that only high-society scandal could bring.
Dante's face turned dark. He strode over and grabbed my wrist:
"Wren, let's take this outside."
"What can't be said here?" I jerked free and raised my voice.
"Actually, since everyone's here, I've got some good news too—I'm twelve weeks pregnant, and it's a boy."
The announcement hit like a bomb.
Dante's expression froze, his eyes automatically seeking Nina.
His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.
I'd never seen him look so completely wrecked—crooked tie, sweat beading on his forehead, his perfectly styled hair a mess.
"Mom," I said calmly, "I think Dante needs to make a choice. Does he want his legally wedded wife and legitimate heir, or..." I glanced pointedly at Nina, "his side piece and whatever mystery baby she's carrying."
Nina let out a dramatic sob and started running for the exit.
Her manager quickly intercepted her, whispering urgently.
Dante stood frozen, his gaze bouncing between Nina and me.
Just then, the ballroom doors swung open again.
A middle-aged couple dragged in several large suitcases, clearly startled by the scene they'd walked into.
"Dad? Mom?" Nina called out in surprise.
I narrowed my eyes.
I'd never seen this couple before, but Nina's greeting made their identity crystal clear.
The woman wore an Chanel dress, while the man sported a Patek Philippe on his wrist.
"Nina, sweetheart, what's wrong?" The woman rushed to her daughter's side, her gaze turning icy when it landed on me. "Who's been bullying you?"
Nina pointed at me through her tears:
"Her—she publicly humiliated me..."
The woman looked me up and down, her lips curling into a cold smile:
"Well, well, if it isn't the Parker family princess." Her eyes dropped to my belly. "Knocked up with some stranger's bastard and still has the nerve to play Mrs. Shaw. Wonder what kind of parents raised such a shameless daughter."
Nina's father chimed in with disgust:
"Forget it, don't waste your breath on trash like that. Makes me sick just looking at her."
With that, they started dragging their luggage toward the stairs.
I stood there and suddenly laughed:
"Yeah, I'm really curious too—what kind of parents raise such a shameless daughter."
Nina's mother stiffened but didn't turn around, continuing up the stairs.
Nina bringing her parents to our house was a clear declaration of war.
The ballroom fell dead silent.
Dante finally found his voice:
"Everyone, there's been some misunderstanding today. Please give me time to handle this family matter. I'll make proper apologies to you all later."
The guests took the hint and started filing out, but every face wore that look of barely contained gossip—tomorrow's social circle would have fresh meat to chew on.
My mother moved to my side and took my hand:
"Wren, come home with me."
I shook my head:
"Mom, this is my home. They're the ones who should leave."
Dante rubbed his temples wearily:
"Wren, let's talk."
"Nothing to discuss." I pulled a document from my purse and held it out. "I've already signed the divorce papers. I get custody, and the property division is all laid out."
Dante didn't take it.
The papers fluttered to the floor.
Nina seized the moment to throw herself into his arms:
"Dante, our baby can't grow up without a father..."
My mother let out a bitter laugh:
"Dante, I'm giving you three days to decide. Do you want the Parker family's support and a legitimate heir, or do you want that actress and her bastard child?"
Mom pulled me toward the exit.
At the doorway, I looked back one last time—Dante was bending down to pick up the divorce papers while Nina stood behind him, flashing me a triumphant smile.
I gently touched my belly and silently mouthed back at her:
"Game on."
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