Replacement

In that moment of despair, I found a twisted solace in Sofia's arms. Despite the fact that she was already three months pregnant, I sought comfort in her embrace, desperate for a connection that could ease the pain Samantha had given me.

As we made love, a mix of resentment and anger toward Samantha fueled my passion. I couldn't fathom how she could so easily cast me aside, denying me the right to be a father to my own child.

But even as I sought solace in Sofia's arms, I knew it was a hollow victory. The love and bond I shared with Marcos was irreplaceable, and nothing could truly fill the void that Samantha's decision had created.

As the night wore on, I lay awake, haunted by thoughts of my son. How would he grow up without a father? Would he resent me for not fighting harder for him? Questions swirled through my mind, leaving me with a sense of hopelessness.

The morning after our night of passion and regret hit me like a ton of bricks. Waking up to the feeling of nakedness, my body