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

I froze.

“What?”

“The father of the baby. Tell me.”

A wave of nausea rose in my throat.

Not because of the pregnancy.

Because of the man standing in front of me.

That very night, Diego dragged a suitcase out of the bedroom.

He didn’t pack much.

Just enough for me to understand that he already had somewhere else to go.

“I’m moving in with Paula,” he said without the slightest shame.