Jake blinked. “Emily… what is this?”

Emily stepped forward, voice calm but steel-edged. “You wanted to play DNA roulette, Linda? Fine. But this envelope?” —she held it up—“proves a different lie. One you’ve been keeping for years.”

Linda’s fake confidence wobbled. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

But Emily didn’t flinch. “You swore Jake was your biological son. Right?” She turned to the guests. “But I’ve had my doubts for a while. So I tested Jake and you behind your back.”

Gasps. A cousin nearly dropped her drink. Linda’s face contorted.

Jake looked stunned. “What…?”

Emily handed her envelope to him. “Open mine first.”

He did.

Read it.

Stared.

His mouth moved, but no sound came.

Then—finally: “She’s not… my mother.”

Dead silence.

Linda stumbled backward, eyes wide. “That’s not possible. I—he’s—”

Emily cut her off. “No, you’re not possible. You’ve manipulated, controlled, and accused me since day one. But guess what? The only fraud here… is you.”

Jake dropped both envelopes and looked at Linda—eyes full of betrayal.

“You lied to me for 30 years.”

And just like that, the real scandal wasn’t about Emily…

It was about who Linda really was—and what else she’d been hiding all along.