My roommate, Chelsea, who had interned at my mom’s company for three months, suddenly claimed to be pregnant with my dad’s baby. “Chloe, please, I’m begging you, make your dad acknowledge this child. I know I’m just a poor student and not good enough for your family’s status, but the baby is innocent…” I was completely flummoxed. “Chelsea, are you sure you have the right person? My dad passed away a long time ago.” The words had barely left my lips when my boyfriend, Albert, slammed a paternity test report onto my face. “Chloe King, to defend your father, you’d cook up a lie like that?” “Don’t think I don’t know, you’re just scared the baby Chelsea’s carrying will cut into your inheritance, right?!” Hundreds of thousands of viewers flooded the comments, cursing me out, saying I deserved to die for helping my scumbag father deceive someone. It wasn’t until I saw the so-called intimate photo on Chelsea Miller’s phone wallpaper that I burst out laughing. Turns out, the “baby daddy” she was talking about was my mom – all six feet of her, so striking, people often couldn’t tell her gender at first glance. So what was up with that paternity test report?
I was busy revising my graduation thesis when my boyfriend, Albert, suddenly called, his voice accusatory. “Chloe King, what the hell is wrong with you?! Chelsea is your roommate! How could you help your dad do something so disgusting?!” I couldn’t quite process it. “Albert, what are you talking about?” “Still playing dumb?!” Albert continued to roar into the phone. “Go watch Chelsea’s live stream yourself! She’s pregnant and standing outside your house! You and your father, the Kings, are truly a pair of despicable monsters!” The call was abruptly cut off. My fingers trembled as I clicked open SnapChat. The first thing I saw was a huge push notification: **[Poor Female Student, Unwed and Pregnant, Exposes Corrupt Businessman’s Deception, Only to Be Threatened by His Daughter and Cruelly Abandoned!]** The cover photo was my roommate, Chelsea Miller. She stood outside my house, her stomach slightly protruding, tears streaming down her face. Behind her, a crowd of angry netizens livestreaming on their phones had gathered. I rushed home. Sure enough, the entrance was swarming with people. When Chelsea saw me, she dramatically fell to her knees, her voice a desperate wail. “Chloe, I’m begging you, make your dad acknowledge this child! I know I’m just a poor student and not good enough for your family, but the baby is innocent…” The live stream comments instantly exploded. “Holy crap! The villain is here! So young, yet helping her own father deceive people, even preying on her roommate! How disgusting!” “Exactly! She looks like a good person, but her heart is so evil!” I was fuming, shaking with anger, and tried to pull her up. “Chelsea, get up! Explain yourself! Who deceived you? My dad has been…” Before I could say “dead” a tall figure suddenly burst forward. He pushed me aside, shielding Chelsea. It was my boyfriend, Albert. The look he gave me was filled with disappointment and disgust. “Chloe King, I never thought you’d be this kind of person! Chelsea is so pure and kind, yet you used her trust to trick her into your family’s company, letting your dad exploit her! You utterly sicken me!” Chelsea nestled into Albert’s arms, crying her eyes out. “Albert, don’t blame Chloe. It’s my fault for falling for someone I shouldn’t have. Chloe just doesn’t want her inheritance to be split with a younger sibling…” Seeing her fake demeanor, my stomach churned with disgust. As graduation approached, I noticed Chelsea only had $500 a month for living expenses and often couldn’t afford food. So, out of kindness, I offered her an internship at my mom’s company, paying $300 a day, plus free meals. She had thanked me profusely back then. Now, this is how she repays me? I was so angry I laughed. “Chelsea Miller, are you out of your damn mind?” “You keep claiming my dad deceived you, but his ashes have been cold for eight years! How could he possibly get you pregnant? In your dreams?” The crowd went silent for a moment. Chelsea lifted her tear-stained face, whimpering. “Chloe, how can you curse Mr. King like that? When I interned, I was with him every day. He even told me he was single and really admired me…” With that, she pulled out her phone and showed me her wallpaper. The photo showed someone in a crisp black suit, with slicked-back hair and features as handsome as a movie star, slightly tilted their head, listening to Chelsea speak. That profile, that aura—it was breathtakingly handsome. But my vision swam. That was my mom! Though my dad passed away early, my mom was incredibly capable, single-handedly keeping the entire company afloat. She was tall, with short hair, and always dressed in suits, exuding an imposing presence. Nine out of ten strangers mistook her for a successful, powerful CEO. I never imagined Chelsea would make the same mistake, but what about the baby in her belly?
I took a deep breath, trying to explain. “Chelsea, you’ve got it all wrong! That’s not my dad, that’s my mom!” The words had barely left my lips when Albert let out a scoff. “Chloe King, you really just lie without thinking! To avoid responsibility, you’d even change your own father’s gender?” “Your mom? Why don’t you say it’s your grandma?” The live stream comments erupted in mockery. “LOL, this woman is desperate, she’s talking nonsense!” “Exactly, she just doesn’t want to share her inheritance! Selfish and greedy, afraid of a younger sibling taking her stuff!” “Don’t worry, streamer, we support you! That scumbag must take responsibility!” Chelsea weakly tugged on Albert’s sleeve. “Albert, don’t say that about Chloe, she’s just having a hard time accepting it. Mr. King is so masculine, how could he be a woman?” Watching the two of them play off each other, I felt my blood pressure shoot up. I pulled out my phone, found the number saved as “The Dragon,” dialed it, and put it on speaker. A low, neutral voice answered. “Honey? What is it? I’m in a meeting!” I practically yelled into the phone. “Alex! What kind of mess have you gotten yourself into?! Someone’s at our door saying you got her pregnant!” My mom on the other end was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly snapped. “Watch your tone, young lady! I’m working myself to the bone every single day. When would I have time to father a love child? You’ve probably run into some scammer. Deal with it yourself!” Immediately after, the call was abruptly hung up. Chelsea’s face turned pale, and tears instantly welled up. “Everyone heard that, right? Chloe just called him ‘Dad,’ not ‘Mom.’ And she just lied, saying her dad was dead.” “Mr. King clearly said he liked me a lot. Chloe must be threatening him not to acknowledge me…” I was so angry I laughed. “Alex is my mom’s name! A powerful name for a powerful woman!” “My grandpa named her that, saying a woman needed a commanding presence so she wouldn’t be bullied…” But before I could finish, Albert cut me off. “Chloe King, that’s enough! The baby in Chelsea’s belly is your own brother! How can you be so vicious, not even giving him a chance?” Seeing him blindly defend Chelsea without bothering to learn the truth, my heart went cold. But mostly, I was furious at his stupidity. “Albert! Are you out of your damn mind?! The ‘Mr. King’ Chelsea is talking about is my mom!” “She’s a woman! How could she possibly get Chelsea pregnant? Did she impregnate her with her mind?!” But Albert wouldn’t believe it. “Mental impregnation? Chloe King, you’re getting more ridiculous by the second!” The people who came with Chelsea, calling themselves online judges, sneered. “Where’s the proof? You say she’s a woman, and we’re supposed to believe it?” “They’re definitely in cahoots, the father and daughter, that’s why the scumbag is avoiding them!” “Poor streamer, her youth and good years wasted by a monster roommate and an old man!” Chelsea clutched her waist, looking like she might faint at any moment, and cried into the camera. “I know my family isn’t well-off, and I’m not worthy of the King family, but I truly love Mr. King. I don’t ask for a title, just for my child to have a legitimate identity.” “Chloe, you get $600,000 a month for living expenses! Just a little bit of that money would be enough for my baby and me to live comfortably for life. Why do you have to be so cruel?” Her words instantly ignited the anti-rich sentiment among the onlookers and online viewers. “$600,000 a month? No wonder she’s so arrogant!” “Exactly, that money must be dirty. We need to report her and demand an investigation!” “Support the streamer! Give birth to that son and inherit the family fortune, just to piss off this evil older sister!” Watching Chelsea’s pathetic act, I felt sick to my stomach. I must have been blind to think she was innocent and pitiful.
“Chelsea Miller, stop your acting! My mom is a woman, that’s an undeniable fact!” “The baby in your belly has absolutely nothing to do with my family!” To prove my innocence, I rushed back inside, found my dad’s death certificate, and shouted. “Look closely! My dad, David King, passed away in a car accident eight years ago!” Seeing the death certificate, the crowd quieted down again, and some faces showed hesitation. A flicker of panic crossed Chelsea’s eyes, but she quickly suppressed it. She clutched her stomach, her voice tearful. “This certificate must be fake! Chloe, you’d even forge a death certificate just to avoid acknowledging your little brother…” Albert, hearing this, snatched the certificate, ripped it to shreds without even looking, and yelled. “Chloe King, you came well prepared to deny the baby in Chelsea’s belly, even getting a fake document in advance!” “If Mr. King really is a woman, would you dare let us check her bedroom?” The surrounding crowd started to chant. “Yes! Let the facts speak for themselves! Fakes can’t be real, and real things can’t be faked! If you don’t let us see, it means you’re hiding something!” Incited by provocateurs, the crowd started pushing their way into my house, unstoppable. Chelsea had been to my house before and led them straight to my mom’s master bedroom on the second floor. The door swung open, revealing a massive walk-in closet. Inside, rows of designer menswear hung neatly—not a single piece of women’s clothing could be found. Chelsea looked as if she’d caught me red-handed, her face alight with excitement. “Everyone, look! If Mr. King is a woman, why are there only men’s clothes in her closet?” The public opinion, which had just wavered, swung back again. “Exactly! This is solid proof now! That death certificate must be fake!” “This Chloe King is full of lies, all to monopolize the family fortune!” “So selfish, she can’t even tolerate her unborn brother!” Albert looked at me coldly. “Chloe King, what else do you have to say?” I was speechless, veins throbbing in my forehead. “My mom is tall, women’s clothes don’t fit her well, she just likes wearing neutral clothing! What can I do about that?” “Besides, who says women can’t wear men’s clothes?” “Oh yeah? Then explain this!” Chelsea suddenly pulled a report from her bag and slammed it down in front of me. “If he’s a woman, how do you explain this?” Seeing the conclusion on the last page of the report, my mind went completely blank. Paternity probability: ninety-nine percent. It supports Alex King as the biological father of the fetus. My hand, holding the report, trembled slightly. A massive sense of absurdity threatened to drown me. How was this possible? My mom was clearly a woman; how could she have gotten Chelsea pregnant?
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