The next part is still to come.

The safety pin clatters onto the hardwood floor. Beneath the tight fabric of Vanessa’s dress, a thick layer of flesh-colored silicone slides completely out of place, sagging toward her waist.

A hollow, synthetic bump slips free, revealing her flat stomach underneath.

NATHAN

(Voice shaking, eyes wide)

It's fake... You’ve been wearing a suit.

VANESSA

(Panicked, backing into the doorframe)

Nathan, wait! I can explain! I was going to tell you—

NATHAN

You tore my family apart for weeks! My wife left this house because of your lies!

[CAMERA QUICK-PAN TO ETHAN]

Ethan steps up beside his father, quietly holding up his smartphone. The screen displays an open recording app, the timer actively ticking.

ETHAN

(Calmly)

I recorded everything, Dad. Sent it to Mom two minutes ago.

Vanessa gasps, clutching her deflated dress in total humiliation. She looks at the young boy, her expression shifting from panic to sheer defeat.

VANESSA

(Sobbing, whispering)

I just wanted you to stay with me...

NATHAN

(Cold, lethal precision)

Get out of my house. If you ever come near my family again, I'm taking this recording straight to the police for extortion.

Vanessa grabs her purse and bolts out the front door, slamming it behind her.

[CAMERA ANGLE: WIDE SHOT - THE LIVING ROOM]

Silence settles over the room. Nathan drops to one knee in front of Ethan, placing both hands on his son's shoulders, his eyes glistening with tears.

NATHAN

(Voice cracking)

You saved us, buddy. I’m so sorry I didn’t listen to you sooner.

ETHAN

(Smiling faintly)

It's okay, Dad. Call Mom. Tell her to come home.

Nathan nods, pulling his son into a tight embrace as his phone begins to ring—his wife’s name flashing across the screen.