“I know.”
“You’re pregnant.”
“Yes.”
He slowly placed his cup on the counter.
Then he asked the question that destroyed everything.
“Who is he?”
I thought I had misunderstood.
“What?”
“Who is the father?”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“Diego…”
“Don’t lie to me.”
I started crying.
“I have never been with anyone else.”
But he had already decided I was guilty.
That same night, he packed a suitcase.
“I can’t stay here.”
“Where are you going?”
“To Paula’s.”
My heart shattered.
Paula.
His coworker.
The woman who had been sending him messages late at night.
The woman he had repeatedly described as “just a friend.”
Now he was leaving me because he believed I had betrayed him.
And he was moving in with her.
The Divorce Papers
Two weeks later, Diego sent me divorce documents.
He wanted everything settled quickly.
The house.
