Eight months after our divorce, my ex-husband invited me to his wedding and mocked me for “not giving him a family”—while I lay in a hospital bed beside the baby he never knew existed.

“Valeria, don’t listen to a desperate woman.”

Renata let out a bitter laugh.

“How curious. You said the same thing about her when she cried for the babies they lost.”

Santiago took a step towards Renata.

“Shut up.”

“I won’t stay silent. If I fall, you fall with me.”

Marisol took the stroller and stood beside me. Lucía began to stir under the blanket, uncomfortable continue reading …