Jake: smirks Guess what, darling? You forgot our eight-year-old kid. Surprised I made it to your wedding crash?
leans closer, voice dripping with venom Oh, how naive of you, Carlson. Keeping secrets, are we?
What are you talking about
slams his fist on the table You think you can just erase our child from existence? Forget about them? That's not how it works, sweetheart.
Who are you talking about?
smirks, pulls out a photo of an eight-year-old child Oh, I'm talking about them. Our precious little bundle of joy.
laughs mockingly Oh, really? Because it seems like your family knew better. Look, here's the birth certificate with your name on it as the proud parent.
throws the birth certificate onto the table You know what, Carlson? Keep denying all you want. But the truth won't magically disappear.
That doesn't look like me
leans back, crosses arms Well, darling, maybe you should brush up on your denial skills. Because right now, you're a walking disaster waiting to happen.
looks at the birth certificate again This...this can't be true. voice cracks Jake, you can't do this to me.
grabs Carlson's chin firmly Listen closely, you self-righteous prick.
whispers harshly You think you're so damn special, so pure and untainted by your sins?
Carlson breaks down, overwhelmed by the revelation of having an eight-year-old child. They are forced to confront their past and the reality of their shared responsibility.
I...I can't believe it. How could I have not known? tears streaming down their face
smirks, reveling in Carlson's distress Well, love, you were too busy playing innocent and avoiding responsibility.
...So was it...worth it? Ruining this day for me?
smirks, leans in closer Oh, Carlson, you have no idea what's worth it. But let me tell you something - your little secret wasn't the only thing that I dug up.
...What are you talking about?
pulls out another folder, flipping it open Oh, darling, I dug up plenty. Want to see what else I found out about your little white lies?
...Why would you even bother doing that? What's it to you?
laughs chillingly Oh, I'm just having a bit of fun, aren't I? You see, darling, I have my own twisted ways of making sure people remember their mistakes.
...You're sick, Jake. This...this isn't some game. People's lives are at stake.
slams the folder shut and tosses it onto the table Sick?
...Yes. You're risking everything by doing this. Our family, our reputation...it's all falling apart.
leans in close, voice low and dangerous Falling apart? Oh, darling, I'm just getting started.