Ex-Husband's Regret: Choosing The Surrogate Over My Wife

LA'S

Mrs. Lolita's words was accompanied by a resounding slap

ce where it hurt. "Mum..." I called out in a weak voice

ke you!" Her words pierced my heart without an ounce of mercy. "I have war

r wanted even before turning 53-had it all. Everything except a grandchild from her first

nothing to show for it. Not even a miscarriage. I had done everything-visited the best hospitals in the world and endured ev

All

aving grace a

His mother's words mingled with his own guilt and frustration. He could s

ing here?" Lance hurr

ess demands had always been a burden, but now they seemed unbearab

cutting her eyes toward me disdainfully, "what is wrong with you, Lance? Do you want

htened as he replied, "Mum, you already have grandchildren from Taylor. Why the

brother's favor if you do not give him an heir to the inheritance he has willed to

e wouldn't do that." His Hazel eyes searched

to get what she wants. But this time, it didn't seem

inheritance or the barren witch," With one final

nce couldn't bring hi

led in a whisper,

your fault! I begged you, but you've remained adamant. And now what? You're willing to give up your inherit

eatly trimmed hair, "what if people find out? It would be a slap o

chest. I was beginning to break through his adamance;

ll pretend to be pregnant all along. She will be kept in a secluded place, far away f

st have been clear to him. He was silent for a painfully long moment, which scared me, but I kept my hope alive beca

re go against us. I assure you. I love you, Lance. My inability to conceive shouldn't

he weight of the situation was crushing him. I saw the fear in his eyes-the same fear I

h together already. We cou

from? And how well do yo

t a long, shaky breath. Finally

spite the excitement bubbling inside me. "Noralie is one of the poor orphans who live with her uncle and his family. S

clear he wasn't. He was agreeing, but I could see he wasn't happy about it. S

d my arms around him in a tight embrace. "I pro

*

E'S

t in a hurry to change that. If it weren't for the fact that tonight was her 53rd birthday celebration, I would have

e me, looking stunning as always, and my mind kept drifting to how much I wanted to take her home and unleash the beast

ry time I looked at her, I felt like I had won the lottery. She wasn't just my wife-she was a troph

o stop staring at me. The possessiveness surged, and I sl

, her lips curling into a knowing

lied, my gaze drifting to Viella. I couldn't hid

met him, I wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in his head. The thought of everything she had endured before I came into her life made my

didn't have to turn around to know my mother's gaze was boring into us, especially

. But as soon as we stepped closer to the array of dishes, Viella sudde

r, but she was already excu

heard his mother's voice from behind me amidst the mild

t of. "She's been feeling sick for a few days now, Mum. She gets upset at the sight of food

d, her excitement bubbling to the surface as she lean

een busy with work...

obviously pregnant! Can't you read the signs? Oh, my God! I'm going to be a grandm

thing," I tried to reason, bu

d future grandson! Go now!" She shooed me away with a wave of her hand, tears of joy streaming down her

atic didn't even begin to cover it. Though, to be fair, Viella could give her a run fo

rformance," I said, pulling her by her slend

ney," she said softly,

y grin fading as I noticed

act. I truly felt..." She hadn't even finished

r ID. My stomach dropped, and judging by

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