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

less clean, something that sat in the space between what he deserved and what I was willing to celebrate.

“He moved back in with his mother,” Jamie added. “That was the address he gave for his things to be sent.”

I almost laughed. The house we had paid for with my body. The house that had swallowed every dollar and every canceled birthday and every night continue reading …