My husband had a vasectomy, yet two months later, I got pregnant. He called me a traitor, left me for another woman… but he had no idea that the biggest shock was waiting for him in the ultrasound room.019

My throat tightened.

“What do you mean?”Diego let out a mocking laugh.

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

That sentence hit me like a slap across the face.

An idiot.

The man I had lived with for eight years, the man who once promised to face every hardship with me, was now speaking to me with such contempt.I tried to explain that the doctor had made it very clear: after a vasectomy, time was still needed for follow-up tests. We had to wait for confirmation. It wasn’t as if the surgery made him instantly sterile the

moment it was done.

But Diego wasn’t listening.

In his mind, the verdict against me had already been written.

“Who is he?” he asked.