The caption said:

“Sometimes life removes a lie to give you peace.”

I read it while sitting on the bathroom floor, crying and vomiting at the same time.

I had no peace.

I was terrified.

Terrified of losing my home.

Terrified of raising a child alone

Terrified that my baby would carry the name of a man who already rejected him before even seeing his face.

Two weeks later, Diego asked me to meet him at a café.

He came with Paola.

And a folder.

“I want a quick divorce,” he said. “And when the baby is born, a DNA test.”

Paola touched her flat stomach and smiled faintly.

“It’s the healthiest choice for everyone.”

I looked at her.

“For everyone, or for you?”

Diego slammed his hand on the table.

“Stop acting like the victim. You destroyed this family.”