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.

That pregnancy could still happen.

But Diego had already stopped listening.

His verdict was already written across his face.

“Who is he?” he asked.

I froze.

“What?”

“The father. Tell me who he is.”

I felt sick.

Not because of the baby.

Because of him.