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

“Are you taking care of yourself?” she asked.

“I’m fine, Mom.”

“You don’t look fine.”

“Just a few more months. Then it’ll all be worth it.”

I wish that had been true.

The delivery was brutal. Eighteen hours of labor.

Doug spent most of the time on his phone in the corner.

When the baby came, a perfect little girl with dark hair, Monica was the first one to hold her. She didn’t even look at me.

“She’s perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

I was stitched up, bleeding, and exhausted.

Doug came over and squeezed my shoulder.

“You did it, babe. It’s finally over.”

“Can I at least hold her for a minute?” I asked weakly.

Monica’s head snapped up. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.

We don’t want you getting attached. You did your part. That’s what matters.”

The nurse gave me a look of pure pity, but she didn’t say anything.

Three days later, Monica took the baby home.

I signed the final papers, and Doug collected the check.

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