Not to help me.
To collect his things.
“How embarrassing, Laura,” she said, looking at my stomach with quiet disgust. “My son didn’t deserve this.”
“I didn’t cheat.”
She smiled like she’d heard it all before.
“They all say that.”
Within days, the story spread.
Neighbors whispered.
People stared.
The unfaithful wife.
The woman who got pregnant after her husband’s surgery.Diego didn’t stay quiet either.
He posted a photo with Paola at a restaurant.
Her hand on his arm.
A caption that made my chest collapse:
“Sometimes losing a lie brings you peace.”
I read it in the bathroom, shaking, barely able to breathe.
There was no peace.
Only fear.
Fear of losing everything.
Fear of raising a child alone.
Fear that my baby would carry the name of a man who already hated him.
Two weeks later, Diego asked to meet.
He didn’t come alone.
Paola was with him.
