Chapter 10: The Collapse
Chapter 10: The Collapse
He ripped the seal open with unnecessary force, tearing the thick paper. He pulled out the first document. It was a single page, officially stamped with the red wax seal of the finest urology clinic in the state.
I watched his eyes scan the dense medical jargon. I watched the exact millisecond his brain processed the underlined words ‘permanent bilateral vasectomy’ and the bold date stamped loudly at the top: Fourteen months prior.
The blood drained from Dominic’s face so fast he looked like a reanimated corpse. His hands began to shake violently, the paper rattling loudly in the quiet church. He slowly, agonizingly turned his head to look at Brooke’s heavily pregnant stomach, the gears of reality finally grinding his massive ego into dust.
“You…” Dominic choked out, his voice cracking into a high-pitched, breathless wheeze. “You told me... you told me this was my son.”
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Brooke took a massive step back, her hands flying to her mouth, tears ruining her expensive makeup. “Dom, I can explain! It’s—it’s a mistake, the clinic printed it wrong! I swear to God!”
“A vasectomy, Brooke!” he roared, the raw, guttural sound echoing terribly through the cavernous church, making several elderly guests scream in shock. “I’m sterile! I have been for over a year!”
