Westley You Are Late Chapter 22
My wedding to Thatcher was fast approaching.
I stopped paying attention to Westley’s drama.
The day before the wedding, I heard another piece of news.
This time, it was even uglier.
The DNA test results came back.
The child wasn’t Westley’s.
Sofia stormed the Ferraro estate and caused a massive scene.
“How is that possible? You must have switched the samples!”
“Westley, you had the guts to sleep with me, but not the guts to admit it? What kind of man are you?”
She screamed at him until security finally escorted her off the property.
My friend also told me that Leo was the one who eventually came to get her.
“And did you know? For the past few weeks, she’s been showing up at the Ferraro gates with the baby every single day, waiting for Westley. And Leo’s been the one driving her back and forth.”
“Apparently, Westley got suspicious and secretly had a DNA test done on Leo and the baby.”
“And guess what? The baby’s his.”
My friend was laughing so hard they could barely speak.
“Westley has become the biggest joke in our entire social circle.”
I had to admit, I was a little surprised.
Then my friend’s tone suddenly changed.
“Wait—I think Sofia’s on her way to your wedding hotel.”
My hand tightened around my phone.
“She has both DNA reports, and she’s saying she has to see you today.”