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

Meanwhile, Paula became increasingly frustrated.

One evening, she called me.

“I think you

should stop trying to destroy Diego’s life.”

I was stunned.

“I’m not destroying anything.”

“You’re keeping him trapped.”

“He made his choices.”

“He loves me.”

I took a breath.

“Then why are you calling me?”

Silence.

Then she hung up.

A few days later, Diego told me something I never expected.

“Paula left.”

I didn’t celebrate.

I didn’t feel victorious.

I simply asked:

“Why?”

“She said she couldn’t deal with the uncertainty.”

I almost laughed.

Uncertainty.

That was what I had been living with while pregnant and alone.

But I said nothing.

The Results
The genetic test arrived on a Tuesday morning.

My attorney called first.

“Laura, the results are in.”

My hands started trembling.

“And?”

There was a pause.

“The probability that Diego is the biological father is greater than 99.99%.”