The Scale That Exposed His Affair

I copied every chat log and video from Noah's old phone.By the time Noah rushed home, I was already sitting in the living room. His usual warm smile froze for a split second at the sight before him, but he still walked over like always, reaching out to hold me. "Mila, what's wrong?"I shifted out of his reach and tossed the printed prenatal report onto the coffee table in front of him. A flicker of panic flashed through his eyes, but he forced himself to play innocent. "Mila, you actually went to the hospital for a checkup?!"I had reached my breaking point. "Look at the name on that report. It says Mia Lane, not Mila Justice! What else do you have to say for yourself?"He still tried to keep up the act. "Mia? Mia's pregnant? How would I know… These college girls these days, getting knocked up so young. But honey, what does that have to do with me? You're not seriously accusing me, are you? I swear I'm innocent…"I stared at this pathetic excuse for a man and couldn't understand

When I woke up, I saw dozens upon dozens of missed calls from my assistant. While I had been unconscious, Noah had rushed to convene an emergency board meeting at Justice Corp., pushing for my removal as chairwoman.Fury drove me; I slammed my foot on the gas, and ten minutes later I was shoving open the doors to the conference room.Noah faltered at the sight of me, though he quickly masked his surprise with a look of concern. "Mila, the weather's cold. Don't catch a chill."I ignored him and addressed the room. "Whoever is trying to remove me, I don't agree!"A low, mocking laugh came from my stepmother, Cynthia Kingstone. "Mila, your temper has been worsening. You throw tantrums, smash things—you're clearly unfit to remain in your position."Her words dredged up a memory I had nearly forgotten.Months ago, I had stumbled upon Cynthia and Noah speaking secretly in the garden. I remembered seeing her slip him a card while the two of them whispered like conspirators. At the time,

Noah froze mid-motion.I slowly lifted my head toward the doorway.Standing there was my grandfather—well into his seventies yet still sharp-eyed and imposing. He wore a black jacket, his lion-headed cane striking the floor with a heavy thud that echoed through the room like a gavel. Behind him stood Justice Corp.'s elite legal team and a line of bodyguards in black suits, their faces grim and unyielding.His piercing gaze swept across the wrecked hospital room before settling on Noah's hand gripping my wrist. His voice was as cold and cutting as steel. "Who dares lay a finger on my granddaughter?"The blood drained instantly from Noah's face. He stumbled back, releasing me at once. "M-Mr. Justice? I thought you were still abroad! I—Mila's sick. I was just about to take her home—""Silence!" My grandfather's roar cracked through the air, slicing Noah's pathetic act to shreds. He didn't even grant him another glance.One of the lawyers strode forward, dropped a thick envelope of d

The bodyguards hauled Noah out immediately, his feet scrabbling futilely across the polished floor as he cursed and spat obscenities. But it wasn't until I watched him struggle all the way to the door that I spoke, my voice light as if discussing the weather. "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you something."Noah froze mid-struggle and turned his bloodshot eyes back on me."That limited-edition Porsche you embezzled company funds to buy for Mia? She drove it yesterday to meet Steven Royce. The damsel you thought you were protecting… seems she wasn't such an innocent bunny after all."Noah's eyes widened with incredulity. Shock and humiliation twisted his face, and his whole body trembled as the last of his composure shattered.Once he was dragged away, silence blanketed the boardroom. I didn't give the directors much time to process the scene. One by one, I handed out the evidence: Noah's forged signatures, his embezzlement records, the trail of how he had gutted the company from within

My grandfather and I walked into the courtroom and took the front row of the gallery. Across from us in the defendant's dock, the three people who had once been well dressed now wore prison uniforms and looked haggard.Noah stared at me with bloodshot eyes, remorse written across his face. Cynthia cowered, unable to meet anyone's gaze. And Mia instinctively guarded her swollen belly, her eyes darting away.Noah's lawyer offered a feeble defense until the prosecutor presented the first piece of evidence: a recorded phone call between Noah and the director of the psychiatric hospital. On the tape, Noah's voice was impatient and vicious. "Money's not the issue. Just lock her up until she's gone for good."The prosecutor offered them no breathing room. One piece of evidence followed another: the forged psychiatric evaluation, bank records showing Noah's embezzlement to buy cars and houses for Mia, surveillance footage of Cynthia conspiring to transfer my assets—the proofs were ironclad.