He agreed… but something in him began to shift. He became distant, secretive. One afternoon, I overheard him on the phone:
“Yes, Mom… I know you’re suffering.”
That night, we argued. He suggested we delay legal action.
“She just wants to meet the baby,” he said.
“The baby she tried to hurt?”
“She didn’t mean to hurt the baby… she was angry at you.”
That broke something inside me.
“And that makes it better?”
Days before my delivery, Alejandro left to visit his parents, leaving me on bed rest with our toddler. My sister had to step in and help me.
He returned only to take me to the hospital—but we were no longer the same.
During labor, while I fought through pain to bring our daughter into the world, he barely paid attention. When the doctor invited him closer, he instead asked:
“When will the paternity test be done?”
I froze.
“What did you just say?”
The room fell silent. The doctor shut him down immediately, but the damage was done. The man who once promised to protect me now doubted me in my most vulnerable moment.
