Stupid.
That was what the man I had loved for eight years called me.
The same man who had said the surgery was “for us,” because money was tight, because we could “decide later.”
I reminded him the doctor had said it was not immediate.
That follow-up testing was necessary.
That pregnancy could still happen.
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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.
That night, he packed a suitcase.
Not many clothes.
Just enough to let me know another place was already waiting.
“I’m going to Paola,” he said, without shame.
Paola.
His coworker.
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