I leaned back, my eyes never leaving hers. “Something I should have done a long time ago,” I replied.
The Judge tore open the envelope and pulled out the papers. His eyes widened as he scanned the contents. He cleared his throat, the room hanging on his every word. “The tests confirm that Mr. Chandler is indeed the biological father of Marcus and Jolene,” he began, his voice steady. “However, the results for Wyatt tell a different story.”

Lenora’s hands had begun to shake, and her lawyer shifted nervously beside her. I took a deep breath, feeling a weight lifting off my shoulders that had been there since I first suspected something was amiss. The pieces had clicked into place when Wyatt was born, his features so strikingly different from mine.
The Judge continued, his tone now carrying an edge of disbelief. “Wyatt’s DNA matches neither Mr. Chandler’s nor any other male in the Chandler family. In fact, the test results indicate an astonishing match to someone else entirely.” He paused, looking directly at Lenora. “Wyatt’s DNA matches that of Marcus.”

A collective gasp rippled through the courtroom. Lenora’s face drained of all color, a mask of shock and devastation. The stark truth had bulldozed through her carefully constructed narrative, leaving nothing but ruins. The Judge’s voice filled the silence again, now sharp with authority. “Mrs. Chandler, would you care to explain how this is possible?”
She stammered, words caught in her throat. “I… I don’t know… there must be a mistake,” she finally managed to say, her voice choked and unconvincing.

“The only mistake,” the Judge said, his voice now icy, “was believing that deception would go unnoticed. The court takes these matters gravely, Mrs. Chandler.”
I saw her lawyer lean in, whispering urgently, but Lenora seemed frozen, unable to process the unraveling of her plans. The façade she had maintained so meticulously was crumbling before her eyes, and all she could do was watch it fall.
“Before we proceed,” the Judge said, turning to address me directly, “Mr. Chandler, do you wish to modify your agreement based on this new evidence?”

I nodded, feeling the solidity of choice returning to my life. “Yes, Your Honor, I do. The terms of custody and support must reflect the truth, not deceit.”
Lenora looked at me with something between anger and desperation, but I felt no satisfaction in her defeat. Only a profound sense of relief and closure. The web of lies had been dismantled, and while the path forward was uncharted, it was honest and clear.

The Judge slammed his gavel down, his final decree ringing throughout the courtroom. “In light of this evidence, the support agreement is nullified pending further investigation. Court adjourned.”
As people began to murmur and file out, I stood, feeling a newfound freedom. I turned to face Lenora, her eyes filled with a mix of rage and pleading. But there was nothing left to discuss. The truth had spoken, and my obligation to her ended there.
Walking out of the courtroom, I felt the world open up before me, a world no longer tangled in deceit. The future was uncertain, but it was mine to navigate, free from the shadows of betrayal. And for the first time in a long time, I felt hopeful.