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

future.”

I stared at the ceiling. The fan creaked overhead. My stretch marks ached beneath my shirt, and somewhere inside me, in a place I did not have a name for yet, something quiet and knowing clenched like a fist.

I said yes. Again.

The second pregnancy began almost a year later, after my doctor cleared me with a caution I chose not to hear. Everything continue reading …