Yet he had been completely certain that I was guilty.
Paula suddenly
stepped forward.
“This changes nothing.”
I looked at her.
“What?”
She glanced at Diego.
“You still have to prove those children are his.”
My attorney had told me not to argue.
So I simply said:
“Then we can prove it.”
The DNA Test
Several weeks later, after consulting our attorneys and physicians, Diego agreed to genetic testing.
The results took longer than I expected.
During those weeks, something changed.
Diego started calling.
At first, he asked about the pregnancy.
Then he asked how I was feeling.
Then he began asking whether I had eaten.
It was almost insulting.
After weeks of treating me like a criminal, he suddenly wanted to know whether I was sleeping well.
I didn’t give him the emotional access he wanted.
Our conversations remained practical.
Medical appointments.
Legal paperwork.
Financial matters.
Nothing more.
