“That’s… six months,” he said slowly.
“Yes.”
His brain scrambled to keep up.
“No, that’s not possible,” he said quickly. “She told me—”
“She told you it was fourteen weeks,” the doctor finished.
Allison’s breath hitched.
Diego turned to her slowly.
“Is that true?”
She didn’t answer.
Didn’t look at him.
Didn’t move.
And that silence…
That silence said everything.
“No,” he whispered.
The doctor continued, her voice clinical now.
“There’s more.”
Diego’s heart started pounding.
“What do you mean ‘more’?”
She turned the screen again.
Zoomed in.
“And I need you to understand this clearly,” she said. “Based on the development we’re seeing… the conception date does not align with the timeline you just gave me.”
The words hit harder than anything before.
Diego felt the ground shift under him.
“What are you saying?” he asked, his voice tightening.
The doctor met his eyes.
“I’m saying this pregnancy began before your relationship.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Absolute.
Diego’s hands slowly curled into fists.
He turned to Allison again.
And this time—
His voice changed.
“Whose child is this?”
Allison finally looked up.
Tears filled her eyes.
“I… I was going to tell you…”
That was all it took.
Everything shattered.
“You lied to me?” Diego exploded, his voice rising. “You told me this was my son—MY SON—”
“I needed you!” she cried. “I thought if I told you, you’d leave!”
The words echoed.
Ugly.
Desperate.
Real.
Diego staggered back slightly, like he’d been physically hit.
“All this time…” he muttered.
The apartment.
The money.
The future he thought he was building.
All of it…
Built on a lie.
He let out a hollow laugh.
“My family… my mother… they’ve been celebrating—”
“They don’t have to know,” Allison said quickly, grabbing his arm. “We can fix this—”
He yanked his arm away like she had burned him.
“Fix this?” he repeated.
Then louder—
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