My husband underwent a vasectomy, and yet two months later I became pregnant. He called me a traitor, left me for another woman… but he had no idea that—

A woman who once wrote to me asking for recipes.
A woman who once smiled sweetly and said to me, “Lauri, you have such an admirable marriage.”
It turned out that she was just waiting for the opportunity to get into my bed without even having to make it herself.
The next day, my mother-in-law showed up at the door with two black garbage bags.
Not to comfort me.
Just to take your son’s stuff.
“What a shame, Laura,” she said, and her gaze slid on my stomach as if it had already been stained. “Diego didn’t deserve it.”
“I didn’t betray him.”
She smiled at me with pity.
“Women always say that when they get caught.”
In less than a week, the whole neighborhood knew about it.
A betraying wife.
A shameless woman.
The one who got pregnant right after her husband underwent a vasectomy.
Diego even posted a photo with Paula in an elegant restaurant in the city. She cling to his arm, smiling radiantly, as if she had just won the victory.
His signature made the blood in my veins freeze: