JOSHUA
I always had the idea of being a father if I found the love of my life, and that love was undoubtedly Estefanía.
My mom was pushing me to the limit at that moment, being a complete a**hole. She was breaking my liver with her words and above all for being so shameless about my marriage.
“Is she pregnant?” I crossed my arms and glared at her.
“Just as you heard it.”
I was furious. Paola’s pregnant, I repeated to myself several times in my head.
“Let her raise the child on her own because I’m not going to accept that child as mine,” I responded sharply. No f***ing way.
“Joshua! I didn’t raise you that way so you wouldn’t take responsibility for your actions!”
“You also didn’t raise me enough to cut off the relationship I had with you, my family, for getting married for love!”
