“Mr. Diego, before you keep insulting your wife… you need to look very carefully at what is showing right here.”
The room became completely silent.
Diego’s confident expression disappeared.
Paula stopped smiling.
I stared at Dr. Salinas, barely breathing.
“What are you seeing?” I whispered.
The doctor didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, she turned the monitor slightly so all three of us could see it clearly.
Then she pointed toward the image.
“This pregnancy is further along than you were told.”
Diego frowned.
“What does that mean?”
Dr. Salinas looked at him.
“It means the estimated conception date was considerably earlier than you appear to believe.”
My heart began pounding.
I looked at the screen again.
The tiny shape on the monitor no longer looked like an abstract shadow. It looked like a real little person.
A baby.
Our baby.
Dr. Salinas continued carefully.
“Based on the measurements, you’re approximately ten weeks pregnant.”
Diego’s face went completely blank.
“Ten weeks?”
“Yes.”
He looked at me.
Then at the screen.
Then back at the doctor.
“But her pregnancy test was positive only recently.”
Dr. Salinas nodded.
“That is possible. A pregnancy test detects pregnancy hormones. It does not tell you when conception occurred.”
Nobody spoke.
I felt a strange mixture of relief and anger spreading through me.
The doctor continued.
“If these measurements are accurate, the pregnancy began before your vasectomy.”
Diego blinked.
“But that’s impossible.”
“No,” the doctor replied calmly. “The timing you described makes it medically possible.”
I looked at Diego.
For the first time since I had shown him the pregnancy test, he looked uncertain.
Not angry.
Not confident.
Just stunned.
I whispered, “I told you I didn’t cheat.”
He opened his mouth.
Nothing came out.
Paula suddenly stepped forward.
“There could be a mistake.”
Dr. Salinas looked at her.
“Ultrasound dating is an estimate, and we can discuss its limitations. But the measurements give us a much clearer timeline than simply looking at when a pregnancy test became positive.”
Paula folded her arms.
“So you’re saying the baby is his?”
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