My Husband Forced Me to Give My Womb to His Lover

I was twenty when my biological parents finally tracked me down and brought me home. It should have been a dream come true, but the moment I stepped through the door, the air was thick with resentment.

Their adopted daughter, Chloe, had left a suicide note — “I’m giving it all back” – and vanished. Suddenly, I was Public Enemy Number One. My “real” parents blamed me for everything, convinced I’d driven Chloe away with my mere existence.

I was drowning, honestly, until Liam threw me a bone. He became my rock, showering me with affection, and eventually, he asked me to marry him. Having lost my family, I thought I’d found true love.

But five years into our marriage, Chloe reappeared. She claimed to have been living a nightmare abroad, and now she had uterine cancer. Her life hung in the balance.

My parents were beside themselves, their hearts breaking for Chloe, and they demanded I donate my uterus to save her. I begged, pleaded, trying desperately to get them to see reason.

But the person who ultimately strapped me to that operating table wasn’t my folks, it was Liam.

“This is what you owe her,” he said, his voice cold. “You have to pay up.”

What he didn’t know was that I was pregnant with his child.