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

“See? It wasn’t so bad, right? We’re set, Rachel.”

I stared out the window and said nothing.

Something inside me had broken.

The check cleared on a Tuesday. By Thursday, I was cleared for my postpartum checkup. When I came home that afternoon with my mom and son, the house felt wrong… and eerily quiet.

“Doug?” I called out.

“Doug, you home?”

Nothing.

I walked through the house. His clothes were gone. His laptop, his shoes, everything.

On the kitchen table sat a single piece of paper with words that would go on to haunt me:

“You’ll be fine.

You have Ethan. I’ve moved on. Don’t try to contact me.

The money from Monica was my compensation for seven years of going nowhere. Consider it closure. Goodbye, Rachel.”

I sank to the floor and screamed so loudly that Ethan came running.

“Mommy?

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