I opened the folder.

Give up the house.

Minimum support.

Conditional custody.

Then, one clause chilled me to the bone: if the baby wasn't his, he would have to reimburse her for "all marriage expenses".

I laughed.

A dry, broken laugh.

“Marriage expenses? Are you also going to charge me for the years I did your laundry?”

Paola looked away.

Diego clenched his jaw.

“Sign it, Laura. Don’t make this any more embarrassing.”

“It was shameful that you went off with your lover instead of accompanying me on a date.”

I didn't sign.

That night I slept with a chair pushed up to the door.

I didn't even know why.

Perhaps because when a woman has been humiliated enough, any sound begins to seem dangerous to her.

The next day, I went to the ultrasound alone.

She was wearing a loose-fitting dress.

I brushed my hair.

I put on lipstick, even though my lips were trembling.

Not for Diego.

For me.

For the baby who had done nothing wrong.

The clinic smelled of alcohol, baby powder, and fear.

Dr. Salinas greeted me kindly.

Did someone come with you?

I shook my head.

“My husband says this baby isn’t his.”

The doctor didn't judge me.

She didn't make a face.

He simply asked me to lie down.

The gel was cold.

The screen lit up.

I held my breath.

First, there was a shadow.

Then, a small moving dot.

Then, a heartbeat.

Strong.

Fast.

Alive.

I covered my mouth and cried.

—Hello, my love—I whispered.

Dr. Salinas smiled slightly.

Then he moved the transducer again.

Her smile faded.

She frowned.

She zoomed in.

He checked the date of my last period.

Then he looked at my medical history.

“Mrs. Laura… when did you say your husband had a vasectomy?”

I was frozen.

“Two months ago.”

She did not respond immediately.

She zoomed in again.

The heartbeat was still there.

But there was something else too.

Something that made the doctor stop and become serious.

"What's wrong?" I asked, trying to sit up. "Is my baby okay?"

The doctor lowered her voice.

“Your baby is fine. But I need you to listen calmly.”

At that moment, the door opened without permission.

Diego entered, with Paola right behind him.

"Perfect," he said. "Now the doctor can finally tell me how many months pregnant this other man's baby is."

Dr. Salinas turned slowly towards him.

She looked at Paola.

Then he looked at the screen again.

And then she said:

“Mr. Diego, before you accuse your wife again… you need to see what appears on this screen.”