accusing me of betraying him.
The irony would have been funny if it hadn’t been my life.
Then another document surfaced.
His post-vasectomy instructions.
Diego had never completed his scheduled semen analysis.
He had missed the appointment.
Twice.
The clinic had sent reminders.
He ignored them.
When my attorney showed me the paperwork, I stared at his signature at the bottom.
There it was.
In black ink.
Diego had acknowledged that sterility was not immediate and that follow-up testing was required.
He knew.
Maybe he had forgotten.
Maybe he had convinced himself otherwise.
But he’d been told.
And before destroying my reputation, he’d never bothered to check.
PART 5 — PAULA’S SECRET
About three weeks later, Paula called me.
I almost declined.
Something made me answer.
“What?”
She was crying.
“Laura, I need to ask you something.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“You helped my husband humiliate me in a coffee shop.”
“I know.”
