“You were cruel.”
He opened them.
“That’s not fair.”
I almost smiled.
“Fair? Diego, fair is what you ask for before you burn the house down, not after you realize you’re still inside it.”
Paula’s face flushed.
“Don’t speak to him like that.”
I turned to her.
“And you don’t speak to me at all.”
Her mouth opened.
I raised one hand.
“No. You came into my ultrasound appointment behind my husband, proud to watch me be humiliated. You stood there waiting for a doctor to measure my shame. The only reason you’re quiet now is because the truth pointed at you instead.”
Dr. Salinas stepped between us slightly.
“This appointment is over. Mr. Diego, Ms. Paula, you need to leave.”
Diego did not move.
“Laura, we need to talk.”
I looked at the doctor.
“Can you call someone from reception?”
She nodded immediately.
Within a minute, a nurse appeared at the door.
Diego looked shocked.
As if he could not believe I would remove him from a room he had invaded.
“I’m your husband,” he said.
I held the ultrasound photos tighter.
“For now.”
His face changed.
The same way it had when he saw the pregnancy test.
Except this time, he was the one standing accused.
Paula grabbed his arm.
“Diego, let’s go.”
He pulled away from her without thinking.
She noticed.
So did I.
So did the doctor.
That small movement was the first crack in the fantasy they had built together.
Diego looked at me one last time.
His voice dropped.
“I’ll call you.”
“No,” I said. “You’ll call my lawyer.”
The nurse escorted them out.
When the door closed, I finally broke.
Not prettily.
Not quietly.
I folded over my belly and sobbed.
