she said, her eyes sliding down to my belly as if it had already been stained. “Diego didn’t deserve this.”
“I didn’t betray him.”
She smiled at me with pity.
“Women always say that when they’re caught.”
In less than a week, the whole neighborhood knew.
The cheating wife.
The shameless woman.
The one who got pregnant right after her husband had a vasectomy.
Diego even posted a photo with Paula at a fancy restaurant in the city. She clung to his arm, smiling brightly as if she had just won a victory.
His caption made my blood run cold:
“Sometimes life takes away a lie to give you peace.”
I read those words while sitting on the bathroom floor, one hand clinging to the toilet, vomiting and crying until I was completely drained.
I had no peace.
I only had fear.
Fear of losing my home.
Fear of raising
