The Surrogate was not Pregnant with My Egg

Maurice thought Jacob loved her. He said they would have a child through surrogacy — her egg, her blood. He lied to her face.

There was no surrogacy.

No egg.

No promise kept.

Jacob and Valentina made a baby the old-fashioned way — behind her back, inside her own damn house.

When Maurice demanded a divorce, Jacob snapped.

Valentina played the victim, crying abuse.

Jacob, the fool he was, believed her. He dragged Maurice out like trash and left her for dead.

And fate? It finished the job — a hit-and-run that crushed her body but not her will.

Five years later, she woke up to ashes.