I knew she was right.
The medical truth had cleared me of Diego’s accusation.
But it had not undone his cruelty.
And as I sat at that table, carrying two babies I had just discovered, I understood that the next battle would not be about proving my innocence.
It would be about protecting our future.
PART 2: The Marriage He Destroyed and the Boundaries I Built
The following morning, Diego began calling.
At first, there were ten calls.
Then twenty.
When I refused to answer, he started sending messages.
Forgive me. I made a mistake. Paola means nothing. I was confused. They are my children.
My children.
The phrase made my stomach turn.
Only days earlier, those same babies had supposedly been evidence that I had cheated.
Now that the ultrasound had contradicted his accusation, Diego claimed them without hesitation.
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It was as though a medical examination had suddenly restored his willingness to be their father.
