The Swap
"And this? Proof of their extracurricular activities—on my bed, no less, while you were in prison."
When Caleb saw The footage of Damian and Betty, caught in the act. His face turned ghost-white, coughing up blood. And just like that—he was gone.
I turned to Damian. My smile was icy. "So, Damian, how's it feel? Your real son's heading to prison, and he just turned eighteen—old enough to face it all like a big boy."
Damian snapped, lunging at me, but the cops held him back. His eyes were wild as they landed on Betty, now crumpled on the floor, crying her heart out.