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.

His lips pressed together.

“I didn’t know the timeline.”

“You didn’t ask.”

“I was hurt.”

“You were cheating.”

Paula gasped.

Diego’s eyes flashed.

“That’s not—”

“What? True? You moved in with her the same night I told you I was  pregnant. Did she already have a toothbrush at her apartment for you?”

His silence answered.

Paula looked away.

I nodded slowly.

“That’s what I thought.”

Diego lowered his voice.

“Let’s talk athome.”

 

I laughed.

“You don’t live there anymore.”

“I can come back.”

“No.”

His eyes sharpened.

“Laura, those are my  children.”