They flew me to Los Angeles, where I underwent medical exams and counseling sessions. The contract was long and full of clauses, but one line stood out:
The surrogate voluntarily waives all parental rights and agrees to permanent confidentiality.
A week later, the embryo transfer was complete. I told David I had taken a temporary job out of town to earn extra money. He believed me.
“You’ve done so much already,” he said over the phone one night. “You don’t have to work yourself to the bone.”
I smiled through my tears. “It’s worth it, I promise.”
When the first payment arrived, I used every penny for his treatment. Slowly, miraculously, he began to recover color in his face. His voice grew stronger.
He didn’t know that every heartbeat keeping him alive was being paid for by the one growing inside me.
The Truth I Was Never Meant to Know
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