PART 2 — The Dates Didn’t Lie
Dr. Beltrán pointed at the ultrasound screen.
“Look carefully.”
Nestor stepped closer.
His expression changed.
The doctor measured the fetus again.
“Based on the development, this pregnancy began before your vasectomy.”
Nestor stared at her.
“That’s impossible.”
“No,” Dr. Beltrán said calmly. “Your procedure was two months ago. Your wife is approximately eleven weeks pregnant.”
The room went completely silent.
Xiomara’s smile disappeared.
I looked at Nestor.
He couldn’t speak.
Dr. Beltrán continued.
“A vasectomy does not immediately make someone sterile. Sperm can remain in the reproductive tract for weeks or months afterward, which is why follow-up semen testing is required.”
Nestor looked at me.
“You knew?”
“I knew the doctor said we needed follow-up testing.”
He shook his head.
“But I had the procedure.”
“And apparently you never completed the follow-up test.”
He looked down.
His face had gone pale.
Then Xiomara suddenly spoke.
“But that doesn’t prove—”
Dr. Beltrán interrupted her.
“The ultrasound establishes the pregnancy timeline. A paternity test can establish biological parentage.”
Nestor looked at Xiomara.
Something passed between them.
I noticed it immediately.
“What?” I asked.
Neither answered.
Then Nestor quietly said:
“I didn’t get the follow-up test.”
I stared at him.
“You never did?”
He shook his head.
“Why?”
“I thought it wasn’t necessary.”
I almost laughed.
“You destroyed our marriage over something you hadn’t even verified.”
Xiomara stood up.
“This is ridiculous. We should leave.”
But Nestor didn’t move.
Instead, he looked at her.
“Xiomara…”
She avoided his eyes.
“Tell me the truth.”
“What truth?”
“Why were you so certain the baby wasn’t mine?”
She went silent.
I watched her face.
Then I noticed something on the table.
A hospital envelope.
I reached for it.
“What is this?”
Nestor immediately tried to take it from me.
I pulled it away.
Inside was a laboratory report.
His semen analysis.
I read the date.
It was from three weeks earlier.
The result stated that sperm were still present.
I looked at Nestor.
“You knew.”
He swallowed.
“I found out yesterday.”
My chest tightened.
“Yesterday?”
He nodded.
“I was going to tell you.”
“No.”
I shook my head.
“You weren’t.”
He looked confused.
“You came here today with Xiomara and divorce papers.”
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