Chapter 6 - The Fake Belly RevealedGrant stepped down from the altar steps, his face twisting in rage. “You’re crazy, Hannah! You’re just bitter because I chose a woman who could give me an heir! Leave now before I have the officers drag you out!”

“Ask the officers who they’re here for, Grant,” Daniel spoke up from behind me, pulling an official court order from his jacket. “The sheriffs aren't here for my sister. They’re here for you and your mother on charges of felony bank fraud.”

Vivian shrieked in horror. “Bank fraud?! That’s a lie!”

“Let's talk about lies, shall we?” I stepped closer to Celeste.

Celeste backed away toward the altar railing, her face pale as snow, her hand clutching her gown over her rounded belly.

“On October 14th,” I announced to the entire four-hundred-person crowd, “Grant stood in my hospital room and called our daughter useless because he needed a son. He claimed Celeste was twelve weeks pregnant with his baby boy.”

I opened the manila envelope, pulling out the certified medical report.

“Document number one,” I read aloud: “A certified urology report proving that Grant Mercer underwent a permanent vasectomy fourteen months ago. He is physically incapable of fathering a child.”

The courtroom erupted into wild whispers and gasps.

Grant froze, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He stared at me, then slowly turned his head to look at Celeste. “What...? A vasectomy...? Hannah, what are you talking about?!”

“He didn't tell you, did he, Celeste?” I asked gently. “He was so embarrassed about his fertility issues that he kept it a secret. Which made your little plan quite unfortunate.”

Celeste took another step back, her heel catching on her wedding veil. She stumbled, losing her balance, and fell backward onto the marble floor with a loud gasp.

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As she hit the floor, a strange, hollow thud echoed through the silent cathedral.

The front of her form-fitting lace wedding gown ripped open at the waist seam—and a flesh-colored silicone prosthetic pregnancy belly detached from her waist, bouncing onto the white marble floor right at Grant’s feet.