Rejected By My Mate; Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets Chapter 327

Serena took a deep breath as she stood before the packed conference room, her gaze sweeping over the journalists, reporters, and flashing cameras.

The tension in the air was suffocating, but she refused to let it shake her. She had been through enough, and today, she was taking control of her own narrative.

She stepped up to the podium, adjusting the microphone slightly before she spoke.

“Good afternoon, everyone. I want to start by thanking you all for coming.” Her voice was firm, unwavering.

“I know there have been a lot of rumors and accusations circulating about me these past few days, and I believe it’s time to set the record straight. I will not be taking questions today. I am here to present the truth, and the truth only.”

The room fell into a hushed silence as Serena reached for the remote in her hand and clicked it, causing the large screen behind her to light up.

A document appeared—an official DNA test result. She turned back to the audience, her expression serious.

“This,” she said, pointing at the screen, “is the authenticated DNA report proving that my daughter, Amy, is biologically Ryan’s child.”

“This is an official report from one of the most reputable medical institutions in the country. It has been verified, and I am making it public today to put an end to the lies that have been spread about my daughter’s paternity.”

Murmurs broke out in the audience as some reporters quickly took snapshots of the document, while others whispered among themselves.

Serena let them react for a moment before continuing.

“A few days ago, a falsified DNA report was leaked, suggesting that my daughter is not Ryan’s child. I want to make it very clear—I do not know who is behind that fabrication, but what I do know is that it was done with the intention of destroying my reputation and hurting my daughter’s future. I will not allow that.”

She clicked the remote again, and the next slide showed a timeline of events.

“Let me take you back to how Amy was conceived,” Serena said, keeping her voice steady.

“Four months into my marriage with Ryan, he returned home one night after losing a multi-million-dollar deal. He was devastated, frustrated, and drunk.”

“ That night, we shared an intimate moment, and that is how Amy was conceived. Two months later, his ex-girlfriend, Kate, returned to Arizona and suddenly re-entered his life.”

More whispers erupted, this time louder. Serena didn’t care. She had the truth on her side.

“Let me be very clear—Kate came into the picture after Amy was already conceived. And yet, today, I am the one being labeled as the mistress?” She let out a dry chuckle.

“If we are going to talk about mistresses, let’s be honest about who really fits that description.”

She clicked again, and the next image on the screen showed a photo of Kate arriving at Ryan’s company shortly after her return to Arizona.

The timestamp on the image was evident—she had gone to see Ryan after Serena had already conceived Amy.

“Kate walked into Ryan’s office two months after I was already pregnant,” Serena continued.

“And yet, somehow, I am the woman being accused of having an affair? The real question should be—what exactly was Kate doing visiting my then-husband at his office when she had no business being there?”

The tension in the room thickened, and Serena saw some journalists exchanging glances, as if putting the pieces together for the first time.

She stepped forward, gripping the podium. “I have spent years rebuilding my life after my divorce. I have worked hard to establish myself in my career, to provide for my daughter, and to move forward with dignity.”

“And yet, despite all of this, there are people who refuse to let me live in peace. I have tolerated the lies, the false narratives, and the smear campaigns. But today, I say—enough.”

She turned to look at the screen one last time before facing the room again. “I am not the villain in this story. I never was.”

The cameras continued to flash, capturing every moment, every expression on her face.

She could feel the energy in the room shifting, and she knew—her truth was finally being heard.

Serena paused, her chest rising and falling as she took a deep breath.

The murmurs in the room grew louder as reporters scribbled notes, some exchanging glances while others typed furiously on their laptops.

The weight of their stares didn’t intimidate her—if anything, it fueled her determination.

Her grip tightening on the podium. “For the past few days, I have been labeled with every degrading name imaginable. I have been accused of being a liar, a manipulator, and worst of all, an unfaithful woman.”

“But tell me, if I truly had an affair, where is the proof? If I was truly the mistress, why was Kate the one showing up unannounced at my husband’s office, conveniently re-entering his life when she had already been out of the picture for years?”

She let her words settle, her eyes scanning the room.

“The answer is simple—because I was never the mistress. I was the wife. And yet, instead of questioning the woman who suddenly inserted herself into a married man’s life, the world chose to believe a fabricated lie designed to humiliate me.”

The room was silent now, all eyes on her.

“I could have ignored these accusations,” she admitted, tilting her head slightly.

“I could have chosen to walk away and let the rumors run wild. But I will not stand by and allow my daughter to grow up with a false narrative hanging over her head.”

“She is innocent in all of this, and she deserves to know the truth about where she comes from.”

Another click, and a new document appeared on the screen—a legal affidavit from the hospital confirming the authenticity of the DNA report.

“This is a legally certified document from the hospital where Amy’s DNA test was conducted,” Serena stated firmly.

“It confirms that the test was never tampered with and that the result is accurate—Ryan is Amy’s biological father.”

She turned her gaze to the cameras. “Whoever altered the fake DNA report and spread those lies—whether it was for personal gain, revenge, or simply to tarnish my reputation—will be held accountable.”

“I will not stop until the person behind this is exposed.”

The tension in the room was palpable.

Serena could see the uncertainty in the reporters’ faces, the way some of them hesitated as if second-guessing everything they had previously believed.

She continued, her voice steady but filled with emotion. “Many of you may not know what it feels like to be publicly humiliated.”

“To wake up one morning and see your name dragged through the mud, to be accused of things you never did, to have people who once respected you turn their backs on you without even asking for your side of the story.”

“But I know that pain. And I will not allow myself or my daughter to live under the shadow of a lie.”

Another click.

A surveillance photo appeared on the screen—Kate standing in the hallway of Ryan’s office building, her posture hesitant, her fingers clenching the strap of her bag.

“This,” Serena gestured toward the screen, “is a security photo taken the day Kate showed up at Ryan’s office, months after I was already pregnant

“This proves that she was the one who came back into his life, not the other way around.”

She let the image linger, then clicked again. The screen went black.

“For too long, people have controlled the narrative of my life. They have painted me as the villain, as the woman who schemed her way into a man’s life and then lied about the child she bore.”

“But today, I have taken that power back.”

She exhaled and took a step away from the podium, her heart hammering in her chest.

“I am not here to beg for anyone’s approval. I am here to set the record straight—for myself, for my daughter, and for the truth.”

The cameras continued flashing, the room still eerily quiet.

Then, all at once, a wave of voices erupted.

Serena took a deep breath, steadying herself.

Whatever happened next, she had done what she came to do. And that was enough.

“Thanks for coming, everyone.” With this, she turned, with her shoulders held high, she strode away.