“Laura, listen—”
“No. You listen.”
My voice shook, but it did not break.
“You called me a traitor. You left me for your
coworker. You let your mother call me a disgrace. You posted online that I was a lie. You brought Paula to a meeting where you tried to strip me of my house, my dignity, and my child’s rights.”
I looked down at my belly.
“Children’s rights.”
Diego closed his eyes.
“Laura, I was angry.”
“You were cruel.”
He opened them.
“That’s not fair.”
I almost smiled.
“Fair? Diego, fair is what you ask for before you burn the house down, not after you realize you’re still inside it.”
Paula’s face flushed.
“Don’t speak to him like that.”
I turned to her.
“And you don’t speak to me at all.”
Her mouth opened.
I raised one hand.
“No. You came into my ultrasound appointment behind my husband, proud to watch me be humiliated. You stood there waiting for a doctor to measure my shame. The only reason you’re quiet now is
