“At this stage, both appear to be developing appropriately.”
That was the only miracle I needed.
Not revenge.
Not Diego’s humiliation.
Not Paula’s expression.
Two heartbeats.
I left the clinic carrying three ultrasound photographs.
Diego was waiting in the hallway.
Paula was nowhere to be seen.
He stood when he saw me.
“Twins?”
Apparently he’d overheard.
I kept walking.
“Laura.”
I stopped.
“What?”
He looked at the photographs.
For the first time since I’d shown him the pregnancy test, his face showed something other than anger.
Fear.
Regret.
Maybe even wonder.
“They’re mine?”
“You wanted a DNA test.”
His jaw tightened.
“I was angry.”
“You called me a traitor.”
“I thought—”
“You didn’t think.”
He looked away.
“You announced to everyone that I cheated before you knew anything.”
“Laura…”
“You moved in with another woman the same night.”
His silence told me everything.
That was the part he couldn’t explain.
