My Husband Asked Me to Be a Surrogate Twice Until I Learned Why He Really Needed the Money

thinking that maybe he had been right. Maybe the sacrifice had been worth it. Maybe we could breathe now.

That breathing lasted three months.

I was making dinner when he came through the door holding a folded spreadsheet like it was a treasure map. Jacob was coloring at the kitchen counter, and I was cutting vegetables, and Ethan smoothed the paper across continue reading …