“It’s yours, Diego,” I said, a cold, bitter smile cutting across my face. “The baby you called a filthy mistake is your child. The child we prayed for. But here’s the best part. You got your little secret surgery eight weeks ago.

Which means you didn’t get it to stop me from getting pregnant. You got it because you were sleeping with her, and you wanted to protect your little side-project.”

Vanessa’s eyes went wide, her jaw dropping as she looked from the paper to Diego. “What? You told me you got that procedure a year ago before we even started seeing each other! You told me you were already sterile!”

Diego looked back and forth between his pregnant wife and his furious mistress, completely trapped in a web of his own lies, unable to utter a single word. He had tried to play both of us, tried to rewrite history to make himself the victim, and instead,

he had handed me the exact evidence I needed to ruin him.
I turned on my heel and walked down the hallway without looking back, leaving him entirely alone in the wreckage of his own deceit.