Chapter 4 - THE CONFRONTATION
The revelation settled over the kitchen like heavy smoke. The pieces were beginning to fit together, but the trap was still dangerously lethal.
"If this is Marcus," Ryan said, his voice rising in anger, "I’m going to his house right now. I’m going to tear him apart!"
"No!" Sophia grabbed his arm, pulling him back. "Ryan, listen to me! Look at what they’ve built. They have photos of you together. They have a DNA test. If you go over there angry, you play right into their hands. They’ll call the police, file a restraining order, and make you look even more unhinged!"
"Then what do we do?!" Ryan yelled, tears of frustration spilling over. "They humiliated you! They ruined our baby shower! My family thinks I’m a monster, your parents hate me, and in thirty days, I lose my grandfather's company!"
"We fight back with proof, not fists," Sophia said firmly. She held his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her. "I believed her for five minutes today, Ryan. Five minutes that almost destroyed seven years of our life. I won't let them win. But we need to figure out how those photos exist. How did she get photos of you kissing her on a beach?!"
Ryan closed his eyes, forcing himself to breathe, desperately digging through his memories. "The Tahoe retreat... three years ago. Marcus hosted a beach party on the lake. There were dozens of people there. Hired models, promoters, staff..."
"Did you take photos with anyone?"
"I took photos with everyone," Ryan realized. "Clients, staff, local organizers. But I never kissed anyone, Soph! I swear it!"
"Digital manipulation," Sophia whispered. "Deepfakes, Photoshop... or maybe a body double. We need an expert to examine those physical photos Victoria dropped on the table."
Sophia picked up the stack of photographs left on the coffee table. She held them under a bright desk lamp, inspecting the lighting, the shadows, and the edges of Ryan’s silhouetted jawline.
"Look here," Sophia pointed out. "In this photo on the balcony, your watch is on your right wrist. Ryan, you're right-handed. You've worn your watch on your left wrist since high school."
Ryan looked closely, his eyes widening. "You're right... it’s mirrored! Or it’s someone else’s body with my face swapped onto it!"
"We need digital forensics to prove it legally," Sophia said. "And we need to find out whose baby Victoria is actually carrying."
Suddenly, Ryan's phone buzzed on the counter. The screen lit up with an incoming call.
Caller ID: Marcus Vance.
Ryan looked at Sophia. She nodded grimly. Ryan tapped the speakerphone button.
"Ryan, man!" Marcus’s voice came through the speaker, sounding deeply concerned, almost breathless. "I just heard what happened at the baby shower! Uncle Dave called me screaming. Bro, what the hell is going on?! Who is this woman?!"
Ryan clenched his fists, forcing his voice to remain steady, following Sophia's frantic gestures to play along.
"I... I don't know, Marcus," Ryan lied convincingly, his tone trembling with fake distress. "She completely ruined everything. Sophia is packing her bags. She’s taking the baby and leaving me."
On the other end of the line, there was a tiny, almost imperceptible pause—a beat of satisfaction before Marcus spoke again.
"Oh man... Ryan, I’m so sorry," Marcus said, his tone oozing fake sympathy. "Look, don't do anything crazy. The news is already circulating among some of the board members. They're asking questions. Maybe... maybe you should take a leave of absence for a few weeks? Let me handle the upcoming board meeting so you can fix your family."
Sophia caught Ryan’s eye and shook her head silently.
"Yeah..." Ryan said softly into the phone. "Maybe you're right, Marcus. Maybe I need to step aside."
"Good man," Marcus said smoothly. "Take care of yourself, cousin. Call me if you need anything."
The call disconnected.
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Ryan looked at Sophia, his eyes burning with newfound resolve. "He wants me to surrender without a fight."
"Then let him think you have," Sophia replied, a cold smile forming on her face. "While he prepares his victory speech, we are going to tear his conspiracy down brick by brick."
