Courtroom Plot Twist: Woof

Garrett's face went red.

"Jemma, you still gonna deny it? Fine. You never remarried. You can't even have kids. So where'd the kid come from?"

Linda shot me a look and pulled a recorder from her bag. "Your Honor, this is from one of Jemma's relatives."

Static. Then a rough male voice:

"Jemma stole Garrett's new wife's baby. Put him in the system as her own. Thought nobody would notice."

Click. Silence.

Linda smirked. "Well? Got anything to say?"

I took a slow breath.

They really thought twenty years erased everything. Thought they could just rewrite the story.

Too bad.

Their whole setup was about to crash.

I met their eyes. Calm.

"Willie's custody is mine. None of your so-called evidence proves I stole a child. One shaky witness means nothing. And that recording? That relative's been dead three years. Easy to fake a voice when no one's around to deny it. I don't accept it."

The judge gave a small nod.

Linda lost it. "Jemma! I'm Willie's biological mother! You can argue all you want—that won't change! Let me see him, and I'll take him for a maternity test right now!"

Garrett shot me a hard look. "Yeah. I'll call the hospital."

I let out a cold laugh. "Go ahead. DNA won't save you."

The livestream blew up.

[Bitch! All that evidence and she's still lying. Hardheaded as hell!]

[Hurry up and get that DNA test! Can't wait to see her shut down!]

I stayed blank, arms crossed.

Linda was shaking. Then she yanked out a document and slammed it on the table.

"Jemma! You pushed me to this! Look. My son Willie's signed voluntary change-of-custody agreement!"

The courtroom gasped. The livestream went wild.

[Nice! She's done!]

I looked at them, ice cold.

Linda smiled like she'd already won. "Willie signed it and mailed it to us. He said you control him, won't let him contact us—but blood is blood. He chose to sign himself over."