Chapter 11 - The Two Pink Lines
And then, the unexpected happened.
I started feeling unwell. It began with intense dizziness in the mornings, a bone-deep exhaustion that sleep couldn't fix, and a delayed cycle that I could no longer ignore.
My heart pounding, I went to a local pharmacy, bought three different pregnancy tests, and locked myself in the employee bathroom at my advertising agency.
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I waited the agonizing three minutes. One by one, I looked at the plastic sticks. All three showed two solid pink lines.
I felt a profound, dizzying mixture of absolute terror and overwhelming happiness. I was going to be a mother. In a fleeting, desperate moment of delusion, I truly believed this would be our salvation. A baby would change everything; it would force Diego to step up and finally prioritize our family over his mother's demands.
