I hadn’t ordered a cake—that was the first thing that hit me when the delivery arrived. I’d already made one myself: Tom’s favorite, a rich chocolate hazelnut torte. Still, the driver insisted.
“Delivery for Tom Parker,” he said, handing over the receipt. I hesitated but took the box inside, into a kitchen buzzing with guests, kids chasing our dog Max, and Tom smiling at the center of it all. I caught his eye and lifted the box, silently asking what it was.
He shrugged casually. “No idea. Maybe someone sent it?” he said, sounding innocent.
I opened it. Inside was a pristine white cake, elegant and clearly expensive. Written across the top in perfect icing were the words:
“Happy Birthday, Daddy!
From your other princess 💋”
The room went quiet. Laughter and music carried on, but everything felt frozen. “What does this mean?” I asked, holding the cake, my voice trembling.
Tom’s face went pale. He stammered, “Lisa, I—I don’t know. Must be a mistake…”
Before he could finish, a young woman’s voice cut through.
It was the blonde I had seen with him at the pool. She stood confidently in the doorway. “It’s not a joke, Tom.
You said you’d tell her after the pool. I’m done waiting.”
She set a small envelope next to the cake. “Paternity test,” she said.
“In case you deny her too.”
I opened it: Tom Parker — Probability of Paternity: 99.98%. Tom was speechless. The party ended.
Friends left awkwardly, murmuring apologies. I slammed the bedroom door in his face. “Lisa, it was a mistake.
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