My Billionaire Wife Hid My Daughter's Real Father

Chapter 2: The House of Lies

Chloe walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a white hotel towel, with her long silky hair cascading over her shoulders.

"You finally woke up, honey. You were so wild and passionate last night," Chloe said. Her voice tone was exceptionally sweet and tender as she sat gracefully on the edge of the mattress.

"What are you doing here?" Liam asked. His voice tone was ice cold and raspy as he pulled the bedsheet up to his chest.

"You called me in tears last night and begged me to come to this hotel suite. How could I turn you down? Afterwards…”

A soft, affectionate smile appeared on her face as she reached out her hand to touch his cheek.

“We spent the entire night together, and your passion made me feel so sweet and fulfilled.”

Chloe was still speaking when Liam pulled his head away from her touch. He grabbed his mobile phone from the nightstand, and checked his recent call history.

A feeling of deep confusion washed over his mind when he saw an outgoing call to Chloe timestamped at midnight. Given his shattered state of mind after learning the truth about the twins, he would never have initiated contact with her, let alone suggested rekindling their intimacy.

He also had a vague, lingering memory from the dark room last night. He remembered running his fingers through short hair while holding the woman in his arms, but Chloe clearly had long hair down to her waist. Did his drunken brain remember the physical details completely wrong? Although he could not make sense of the situation, he had no solid leads or proof right now, so he could only set the matter aside for now.

In response to his wife acting warm and affectionate, Liam remained completely cold and distant. He reached into his coat pocket on the floor and pulled out the folded laboratory document.

"Take a look at this and explain yourself," Liam demanded. His facial expression was hard and devoid of any warmth.

Chloe took the paper and glanced at it. She read the conclusion, then let out a small, amused laugh. She folded the paper in half, tore it neatly in two, then folded and tore it again, letting the pieces flutter onto the bed.

"Alright, that's enough joking around," Chloe said, her tone light, as if she were indulging a child's prank. "I'm full. Let's go home."

Liam stared at her, incredulous. "You think this is a joke?"

"Of course it's a joke," Chloe said, smiling. "You can't seriously expect me to believe that one of our daughters isn't yours."

"Those results were confirmed through multiple rounds of testing at my medical center and independent labs. There is zero room for error," Liam said through gritted teeth.

Chloe's smile faded slightly. She looked at him more closely, as if trying to figure out if he was still playing along. "Liam, you're a doctor. You know labs make mistakes. Samples get mixed up. This is ridiculous."

"Then explain the science," Liam said coldly. "Heteropaternal superfecundation. Two eggs, two different fathers. One of them is me. The other is a stranger. How else could this happen?"

Chloe shook her head slowly, a hint of annoyance creeping into her expression. "I don't have to explain anything. I've never been unfaithful to you. Not once. I don't know what happened with those tests, but they're wrong."

"Wrong? The science doesn't lie, Chloe."

"Science doesn't lie, but people make mistakes," Chloe said, her voice tightening. "You're my husband. You're supposed to trust me. Why are you so quick to believe some lab report over me?"

Liam's voice rose. "Because I've seen the results with my own eyes! I supervised the testing myself!"

Chloe stood up, her composure cracking. "And I'm telling you, I have never betrayed you. I don't know what happened, but I know what I did and didn't do. I love you, Liam. I chose you. I chose to marry you despite what my family said. And now you're accusing me of this?"

"You're not denying the results," Liam said. "You're just saying they're wrong."

"Because they are wrong!" Chloe's voice rose, her eyes turning red. "How am I supposed to deny something I didn't do? I don't have an explanation for you. All I can tell you is the truth. And the truth is, I have never been with another man."

Liam looked away. "I've had enough of this. We're getting a divorce."

Chloe stared at him in disbelief. "Divorce? You're going to throw away our marriage because of a piece of paper? What about the children? They're still so young. How can you just walk away from them?"

"I'm not joking around," Liam said firmly. "One of those children isn't mine. How am I supposed to live with that?"

Chloe's expression hardened. Her earlier hurt turned into something colder. "I don't care about your test results. I know those girls are yours. Stop this nonsense right now. Let's go home."

"I'm not going back with you. Not until you tell me the truth."

Chloe grabbed his arm, her grip firm. "Liam, you're coming home with me right now. You've been drinking too much, and you're not thinking straight. I'm not going to listen to any more of this."

Liam pulled his arm away. "You still won't admit it. Fine."

Chloe's face flushed with anger. "Those children are yours. Both of them. I am not agreeing to a divorce. You have to apologize to me first. Or I won't forgive you for insulting me like this."

She turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door hard behind her.

Liam sat alone in the silent room. The nagging doubt about last night still bothered him. He dressed quickly and went down to the lobby.

"I need to review the hallway security footage for the top floor from last night," Liam said to the receptionist. "It's a personal matter."

"I'm sorry, sir, but we cannot show you the security recordings due to guest privacy policies," the receptionist replied politely but firmly.

Liam gave up and walked out of the hotel. But as he stepped onto the sidewalk, he caught sight of a woman walking ahead of him. Her figure and posture looked strikingly like Chloe's—but this woman had short hair, cut above her shoulders.

Startled, Liam moved to approach her, but before he could take more than a few steps, the woman climbed into a yellow taxi and sped off into the city traffic.

Liam stood frozen, his mind racing. How could this be a coincidence? A woman who looked exactly like his wife, appearing near the same hotel where he'd spent a confusing night? Could it be that the person he'd been with last night wasn't Chloe at all, but someone else entirely?