Her expression didn’t change.

No judgment.
No pity.

Just professionalism.

“Let’s take a look.”

I lay back while she spread cold gel across my stomach.

The monitor flickered on.

And there it was.

A tiny heartbeat.

Fast.
Strong.
Alive.

My hand flew to my mouth as tears spilled instantly down my cheeks.

“Hi, baby,” I whispered.

For one beautiful moment, none of the pain mattered anymore.

Then the doctor frowned.

Just slightly.

She moved the transducer again.

Zoomed in.

Checked my chart.

Then looked back at the screen.

The warmth disappeared from her face.

“Mrs. Laura… when exactly did your husband have the vasectomy?”

Cold panic rushed through me.

“Two months ago.”

She didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, she stared harder at the monitor.

“What’s wrong?” I asked weakly. “Is my baby okay?”

“Your baby is fine,” she said carefully. “But there’s something else I need to—”

The door suddenly swung open.

Diego walked in first.

Paola followed right behind him.

Neither even bothered apologizing.

“Perfect,” Diego said smugly. “Now maybe we can finally settle this.”

I froze.

“How did you even know I was here?”

Paola crossed her arms.

“You left the appointment card in your car.”

Dr. Salinas looked furious.

“You cannot enter during an active examination without permission.”

But Diego ignored her completely.

He pointed at the screen.

“So? How far along is she with her boyfriend’s baby?”

The room went silent.

Dr. Salinas slowly turned toward him.

Then she looked back at the monitor one last time.

And suddenly her entire expression changed.

Not confusion.

Not concern.

Shock.

Real shock.

Even Paola stopped smiling.

The doctor took a slow breath before speaking.

“Mr. Diego…” she said quietly. “Before you accuse your wife again…”

She pointed directly at the screen.

“You need to understand what you’re actually looking at.”