16: Lilian's Raw Confrontation with Mitchell and Javi
1653 Words
Lilian ~
I’m not waiting until tomorrow.
I’m doing this tonight. Right f*****g now.
The retreat is over. The cameras are gone. The billionaires flew back to their glass towers. Edwin is already in the car with the driver, heading to the airport hotel because he can’t even look at another speech or handshake tonight. He thinks I’m in the ladies’ room fixing my lipstick. He has no idea I slipped out the service exit twenty minutes ago.
I’m in the parking lot behind the venue. Dim lights buzzing overhead. Gravel crunching under my heels. Mitchell is alone in the driver’s seat, scrolling her phone, probably reading the comments under her latest stunt. She thinks she’s untouchable after that public meltdown. She thinks the drama is done for tonight.
She’s wrong.
I walk straight up to the driver’s side window and knock once. Hard.
She jumps. Head snaps toward me. For half a second her face shows pure shock - then it twists into that familiar sneer.
She rolls the window down halfway. “What the f**k do you want, w***e?”
I don’t flinch at the word anymore. It’s just noise now.
“Get out of the car, Mitchell.”
She laughs - short, ugly. “You’re insane. I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“I’m not asking you to go anywhere. I’m telling you to step out so we can talk. Right here. Right now. While your kid is sleeping.”
Her eyes flick to the rearview mirror, checking the baby. Something protective flashes across her face. Good. Use that.
She kills the engine. Opens the door slow. Steps out. Heels crunching gravel same as mine. She’s taller than me in those shoes but I don’t care. I step closer until we’re almost chest to chest. Close enough that I can smell her perfume and the faint sour-milk smell that clings to every new mom.
“You’ve got balls showing up here alone,” she says low. “After I called you out in front of the whole world.”
“You didn’t call me out. You screamed a slur and pointed like a cheap reality show villain. Big difference.”
Her lip curls. “You think you’re special because he f***s you? You’re temporary. I’m the mother of his son.”
“That’s the lie we’re here to talk about.”
She crosses her arms. “It’s not a lie.”
“Bullshit.” I keep my voice quiet. Deadly quiet. “You and Javi planned this. You two have been screwing since before the divorce was even final. Probably before the ink dried on the wedding certificate. You set Edwin up, got him to trust you again just long enough to trap him with a kid that isn’t even his. Then you parade the baby around like a winning lottery ticket.”
Her eyes narrow but she doesn’t deny it. Not yet.
I keep going. “I know Javi introduced you back to Edwin on purpose. I know you two ran the long con - meet cute, marriage, betrayal, baby, cash grab. I know about the other men you’ve done this to. The marks. The payouts. The fake pregnancies. I’ve got screenshots. Bank transfers. Hotel receipts with both your names. Text threads where you laugh about how easy Edwin was because he still loved you.”
Her jaw tightens. First real crack.
“You’re bluffing.”
“Am I?” I pull my phone out, thumb already on the screen. “Want me to forward the folder to Edwin right now? Or should I send it straight to the family court judge Monday morning? Or maybe the press who’s still outside the gate? They’d love a follow-up: *Mitchell & Javi - the real parents of the ‘heir’ she’s trying to extort*.”
The baby makes a small sleepy noise in the back. Mitchell’s head whips toward the sound. Her hand twitches like she wants to reach in and comfort him but she doesn’t move.
I step even closer. Voice drops to a hiss.
“Here’s what’s going to happen tonight, Mitchell. You’re going to listen very carefully.”
She glares but she’s listening.
“First - you stop the public circus. No more Slack bombs. No more screaming in lobbies. No more showing up where you’re not invited. You want child support? You go through lawyers and a DNA test like a normal person. You don’t get to weaponize a baby for social media likes and extortion money.”
She opens her mouth. I cut her off.
“Second - Javi. Your real partner. Your real baby daddy. He’s sitting in that black Mercedes two rows behind you. Yeah. I saw him pull in five minutes after you did. He’s been watching this whole time. Probably getting off on how much chaos you’re causing.”
Her eyes dart toward the shadows. I don’t look. I don’t need to. I already know he’s there.
“Tell Javi to come out here. Right now. Or I start forwarding everything I have to every board member, every investor, every tabloid desk that’s still awake. Including the part where he’s been f*****g you for years while helping you scam his oldest friend.”
She breathes fast through her nose. Cornered.
I lean in until my lips are almost at her ear.
“And third - the dirtiest part. The part you’re really scared of. Edwin’s been f*****g me raw for months. Deep. Hard. Every way you used to beg him for. He comes inside me. Every single time. He calls me his. He says my name when he finishes. Not yours. Never yours again.”
Her face twists - rage, jealousy, humiliation all at once.
I don’t stop.
“So if that little boy in the back really is Edwin’s somehow… fine. DNA will show it. But if he isn’t - and we both know he isn’t - then you just humiliated yourself, your kid, and the only man who ever actually loved you… for nothing. For a payout that’s never coming. Because I’m not letting you touch him again. Not his money. Not his name. Not his peace.”
The baby whimpers louder. Mitchell’s eyes fill with tears but they’re angry tears. She’s shaking.
I step back. Just one step.
“Last chance tonight. Call Javi over here. Tell him it’s over. Tell him the con is dead. Or I hit send on everything. And trust me - I’ve got nothing left to lose. You already called me a w***e in front of cameras. Might as well make it worth it.”
Silence stretches. Gravel ticks under the cooling engine. The baby’s soft cries are the only sound.
Then she whispers, voice cracking for the first time.
“You’re disgusting.”
“No, Mitchell. I’m just done playing nice.”
I turn my head slightly toward the shadows.
“Javi. I know you’re listening. Come out or I start sending files in thirty seconds.”
Headlights flash once - low beam, quick. A car door opens two rows back.
Javi steps into the light.
Tall. Still handsome in that polished way. But his face is pale. Eyes wide. He walks slow, like every step costs him.
Mitchell looks at him. Then at me. Then back at him.
Javi stops five feet away. Doesn’t come closer.
“Lilian…” he starts. Voice low. Careful.
“Don’t,” I snap. “Don’t say my name like we’re friends. You sold your best friend out for p***y and money. You don’t get to talk soft now.”
He looks at Mitchell. She’s crying quietly. Not pretty tears. Messy ones.
I speak to both of them.
“Tonight ends one of two ways. Either you both walk away - quietly, no more drama, no more claims until the test - and I delete nothing but I keep everything backed up forever. Or I send it all. Right now. And you two spend the next five years in court, broke, hated, and alone.”
Javi swallows hard.
Mitchell wipes her face with the back of her hand.
The baby lets out a tiny hiccup-cry.
That sound hits her hardest. She looks into the backseat. Something breaks in her expression.
She turns to Javi.
“Tell him it’s over,” she whispers. “Tell him we’re done.”
Javi looks at me. Long. Hard.
Then he nods once.
“It’s over.”
I don’t smile. I don’t feel triumph. I just feel… empty. Tired. But steady.
“Good.”
I step back. Look at Mitchell one last time.
“Get in your car. Drive away. Don’t come back to any event he’s at. Don’t post anything else. Wait for the court date. That’s it.”
She doesn’t answer. Just opens the driver’s door. Slides in. Starts the engine.
Javi stands there another second. Looks like he wants to say something. Then he turns and walks back to his Mercedes.
Both cars pull out slow. Taillights disappear around the corner.
I stand alone in the gravel lot.
I look down at my phone. The draft message to Edwin - with every screenshot, every receipt, every text - is still unsent.
I delete it.
Not because I’m scared.
Because I don’t need to prove anything to him anymore.
I already chose him.
And tonight I protected him the only way I knew how - by becoming the monster they thought I was.
I turn back toward the venue. Toward the service exit. Toward Edwin, who’s probably pacing the hotel lobby wondering where the hell I am.
My heart is loud in my ears.
But it’s steady now.
Filthy. Messy. Tired.
They don’t get to break him.
Not while I’m still breathing.
***
But Mitchell is too greedy to back out now. And the next time she shows up…
it won’t be to beg.
It will be to destroy.
- Writer
