My Husband Forced Me to Be a Surrogate for His Boss to Get Promotion — but His True Motive Turned Out to Be Even Worse

“Well, there’s a process. Background checks, home visits, and evaluations. But given your connection to the child and your circumstances, I think we should definitely explore this.

Can you come in for an initial meeting?”

I thought about it for maybe three seconds. “When?”

The process took months. Ethan was thrilled at the prospect of having a sister.

The first time I met Sophie at the foster home, she looked up at me with these big brown eyes.

“Hi Sophie.

I’m Rachel.”

She tilted her head. “You look familiar.”

Something cracked open in my chest. “Maybe we’ve met before.”

She came home three months later.

Four months in, we were having breakfast when she looked at me over her cereal.

“Can I call you Mom?”

I started crying right there at the table. Ethan came running over.

“Nothing’s wrong, baby. Absolutely nothing.”

I pulled them both into my arms and held on tight.

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