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

Every time, it was about the baby.

Never about me. I was just the vessel.

Doug thought it was wonderful. “See?

She really cares.”

But I felt like I was disappearing.

Around the fourth month, I started noticing changes in Doug. He was working late almost every night. Smelled of new cologne.

His shirts came back from the dry cleaner with makeup stains.

“What’s this?” I asked one night, holding up a shirt.

He barely glanced at it. “Probably from the office party. You know how Monica is.”

“Monica wears red lipstick.

This is pink.”

“You’re being paranoid. The hormones are making you imagine things. You need to relax.

Stress isn’t good for the baby, remember?”

There it was again. The baby. Always the baby.

Never me.

I was so exhausted. My feet were swollen. My back ached constantly.

My mom came over more often to help with Ethan.

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