I placed one hand over my belly.
“But we can decide what kind of father you are allowed to become.”
His eyes lifted.
Allowed.
That word mattered.
Valeria slid a document forward.
Temporary support.
Medical expense coverage.
Communication through a parenting app.
No direct unscheduled visits.
No involvement from Dolores without my consent.
Public correction of his false accusation.
Therapy.
Completion of vasectomy follow-up and full medical disclosure.
Diego looked at the list.
His lawyer looked pained.
I felt no sympathy.
Diego read one clause aloud.
“Public correction?”
“Yes.”
He looked at me.
“You want me to post about this?”
“You posted when you thought I was a liar.”
His shame returned.
“You want revenge.”
“No,” I said. “I want the lie removed from where you placed it.”
He nodded slowly.
Two days later, Diego posted:
Weeks ago, I publicly implied that my wife Laura had betrayed our marriage because she became pregnant after my vasectomy. I was wrong. I had not completed the required medical follow-up and did not understand the timing. I accused her unfairly and caused harm. Laura did not betray me. I did.
