My husband had a vasectomy, yet two months later, I got pregnant. He called me a traitor, left me for another woman… but he had no idea that the biggest shock was waiting for him in the ultrasound room.019
should stop trying to destroy Diego’s life.”
I was stunned.
“I’m not destroying anything.”
“You’re keeping him trapped.”
“He made his choices.”
“He loves me.”
I took a breath.
“Then why are you calling me?”
Silence.
Then she hung up.
A few days later, Diego told me something I never expected.
“Paula left.”
I didn’t celebrate.
I didn’t feel victorious.
I simply asked:
“Why?”
“She said she couldn’t deal with the uncertainty.”
I almost laughed.
Uncertainty.
That was what I had been living with while pregnant and alone.
But I said nothing.
The Results
The genetic test arrived on a Tuesday morning.
My attorney called first.
“Laura, the results are in.”
My hands started trembling.
“And?”
There was a pause.
“The probability that Diego is the biological father is greater than 99.99%.”
I closed my eyes.
I had known.
Somewhere inside, I had always known.
But hearing it officially
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