My husband had a vasectomy, and two months later I found out I was pregnant. He called me unfaithful, left me for another woman… but I still did not know the hardest blow was waiting for me at the ultrasound.

My throat tightened.

“What do you mean, impossible?”

Diego gave a cold laugh.

“I had a vasectomy two months ago, Laura. I’m not stupid.”

That word hit me like a slap.

Stupid.

That was what the man I had loved for eight years called me.

The same man who had said the surgery was “for us,” because money was tight, because we could “decide later.”

I reminded him the doctor had said it was not immediate.

That follow-up testing was necessary.