. I remembered my mother-in-law’s black bags, her cruel words, and the public humiliation they had orchestrated online just to clear his conscience and justify his betrayal with Paola. A strange kind of peace washed over me, cold and clear. I didn’t yell. I didn’t slam my fist on the table. Instead, I slowly picked up the manila envelope Dr. Garza had brought, slipped it neatly into my leather bag, and stood up from the booth. “The hospital may have made a clerical error, Diego,” I said softly, looking down at the man who had promised to love and protect me through sickness and health, “but you made a choice. You chose to believe the worst in me at the very first sign of trouble. You chose Paola, you chose your mother’s insults, and you chose to throw away our entire life together before you even bothered to check the truth.” Diego stumbled out of the booth, knocking his chair backward with a loud crash that turned the heads of everyone in the café. “Wait! Laura, where are you going? We can fix this! We’re a family!” he cried out, completely ignoring Paola, who was now furiously gathering her purse and whispering curses under her breath as she stood up to leave him behind in his own wreckage. “You wanted a quick divorce, Diego,” I said, pausing at the door of the café and feeling the warm afternoon sunlight hit my face for the first time in weeks. “You’ll get your quick divorce. But you won’t ever have to worry about a DNA test. Because the child I’m carrying belongs to a husband who trusts me—and as of right now, you are nothing more than a stranger who lost his privilege.” I pushed open the glass door and walked out into the street, leaving them both trapped in the wreckage of the very lies they had built.