When my husband James asked me to be a surrogate for his brother Matt’s fiancée, I hesitated. Still,

I agreed, trusting him despite the strange feeling I couldn’t shake. The woman I was carrying for was a wildlife photographer—

distant, unreachable, and never introduced. As the months passed, her silence only grew louder, and my doubt followed closely behind.

Matt checked in regularly, kind and grateful, but his fiancée remained a ghost. James brushed off my unease, reminding me of the money and

what it could do for our family. I tried to focus on that, pushing down the growing weight in my chest. But nothing prepared me for the delivery room,

when the truth walked in with a familiar face.

The woman was Rachel—James’s old flame. Her presence cracked everything wide open. I realized I hadn’t been helping family out of love—

I’d been manipulated into preserving someone else’s future while mine was discarded. James tried to explain,

but his excuses couldn’t mask the betrayal that echoed in every contraction I had endured for them.