When Khal agrees to become a surrogate to help her husband’s struggling mother, she believes it’s a sacrifice made for love. But as the lines between devotion and exploitation blur, she’s forced to confront a devastating betrayal, and find out what it truly means to reclaim her future.
I didn’t realize I was renting my body until the check cleared. And even then, I told myself it was love. Because that’s how deep the lie ran.
My husband, Hicks, didn’t hold a gun to my head. He just held my hand while I signed the surrogacy papers; he just told me that we were doing it for us. For our son.
But I didn’t know that we were doing it for his mother, drowning in debt she created.
Voir la suite dans la page suivante:
