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.
