“You attempted to use that accusation to pressure her into signing away property, accepting reduced support, and agreeing to reimburse marital expenses.”
Diego looks at you.
For the first time, he looks afraid.
“Laura,” he says quietly.
You remember him in the kitchen with his coffee.
That cold laugh.
I’m not an idiot.
You look at him now.
“No,” you say. “You don’t get to use my name softly.”
His face tightens.
The mediator clears his throat.
“Perhaps we should take a break.”
“No,” you say.
Everyone looks at you.
You turn to Diego.
“You wanted humiliation? Let’s finish this in the room you chose.”
Marisol’s mouth almost twitches.
Diego looks down.
In the end, he agrees to terms he would have laughed at two months earlier.
You keep the house.
He assumes the marital credit card debt tied to Paola.
He pays legal fees.
He provides temporary support through the pregnancy.
He agrees to a paternity test after birth and signs an acknowledgment that the ultrasound dating and clinic records undermine his accusations.
He also signs a non-disparagement clause.
Marisol calls it a victory.
You call it oxygen.
But Diego’s mother does not accept defeat quietly.
Of course she doesn’t.
Teresa Ramirez posts online the next morning.
A mother knows her son. Some women trap good men with babies and lawyers. Truth always comes out.
For five minutes, you stare at the post.
Then you send it to Marisol.
Ten minutes later, Teresa receives a cease-and-desist letter.
Two hours later, the post disappears.
By evening, Diego calls his mother on speaker in front of his attorney and tells her to stop.
You know because Marisol sends you a summary.
You read it twice.
Not because you care about Teresa.
Because, for the first time, Diego is cleaning up one of the messes he made.
Too late.
But still.
Your baby keeps growing.
That becomes your focus.
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