like I’d spoken another language. Confusion flickered across his face, followed by disbelief.
“That’s not funny,” he whispered.
“I would never joke about this,” I said. “The doctors were wrong—or at least, not entirely right. You have oligospermia. Low sperm count. Not zero. It doesn’t mean you can’t have children.”
Silence filled the room.
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Jake’s anger drained away as if someone had pulled a plug. His shoulders sagged. His eyes filled with tears.
“I thought…” His voice broke. “I thought you cheated on me. I
