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

the hardest summer of my life.

“You gave me my daughter,” she said. Her voice was warm and careful, the voice of someone who has been thinking about what to say. “Let me do something for you. Not money. Something else.”

Victoria owned a chain of salons, and she insisted I come in for a full day. Hair, skin care, new clothes. I resisted, because accepting continue reading …