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My Husband’s Family Asked Me to Be a Surrogate – but I Had No Idea Who the Baby Was Really For

I always knew James’s family thrived on drama, but I never imagined I’d be center stage in one of their most twisted stories.

It started with a so-called “family meeting” at Diane’s house—his mother’s. I rolled my eyes as we drove over.

“What is it this time?” I asked, sarcasm laced in my voice. “Did your mom misplace her china again and decide I hexed it?”

James didn’t laugh. Just kept his eyes on the road. “It’s important, Jess. Just… keep an open mind.”

That should’ve been my first warning.

When we got there, Diane greeted me with her usual stiff hug, and James’s younger brother, Matt, sat fidgeting in an armchair like a kid about to ask for bail money.

“Jessica,” Diane began, her tone saccharine. “We have something very special to ask you.”

My gaze darted to James. He looked guilty. Already I felt the trap setting.

Matt cleared his throat. “I’m engaged.”

I blinked. “Oh. Congratulations! When do we meet her?”

Matt and Diane shared a look.

“She’s a wildlife photographer,” he said. “In Ethiopia. Signal’s bad.”

Right.

“And she can’t carry children,” Diane added. “Health issues. Which brings us to… you.”

It landed like a punch.

“You want me to be a surrogate?”

James squeezed my hand. “It would mean the world to Matt. And the compensation would really help us. College funds. Kitchen renovations. You’ve always wanted—”

“But I’ve never met her. Shouldn’t she ask me?”

“She’s all in,” Matt jumped in. “The embryos are frozen. We just need someone we trust.”

Everything in me screamed no. But I was surrounded by faces counting on me.

So I nodded.

“I’ll do it.”

And just like that, my life was no longer mine.

The pregnancy was brutal. Morning sickness, swollen feet, zero sleep. Matt visited often, checking on me. But his fiancée? Ghosted. Not a single call, not even a letter.

“Has she even tried to contact me?” I asked James one night.

“She’s in the mountains,” he said. “Let it go, Jess. Stress is bad for the baby.”

Right. The baby. Not me.

By the third trimester, my unease turned to suspicion.

When I pressed Matt again, he gave me some nonsense about a rare bird she had to photograph in Nechisar.

It was all too vague. Too convenient.

Then came labor. Pain. Panic. Pushing.

And James leaving the room with a buzzing phone, saying, “She’s here.”

I thought I misheard him.

But when he came back—with her—I knew I hadn’t.

Rachel. His ex. His first love. The name I had banned from our home after catching him stalking her online six years ago.

She looked delighted. “Jessica! Thank you! You made our dream come true!”

My dream shattered in real-time.

I turned to James. “You knew. And you didn’t tell me.”

“It wasn’t relevant,” he said flatly.

My world cracked.

“You manipulated me into carrying your ex’s baby.”

Diane chimed in, trying to spin it into a compliment.

“You were just the perfect candidate. Two easy pregnancies, great health. And Rachel wanted to keep her figure…”

I exploded. “I’m not a broodmare!”

Rachel stammered. “I didn’t mean—”

“Silence.”

Contractions came again. But rage carried me through.

Once alone, I turned to James.

“We’re done.”

He scoffed. “Don’t be dramatic.”

But I was done being anything else but decisive.

“I’m divorcing you. And I’m taking my share. House. Retirement. Custody. All of it.”

James paled.

When the baby arrived, I held them for a heartbeat—just long enough to feel the final thread of obligation snap—then handed them back.

“This child isn’t mine to keep.”

Within a week, I met with a lawyer.

I filed for divorce, secured full custody of my kids, and made James feel every ounce of betrayal he’d poured into me.

He begged. He wept. He sent roses and voicemails.

But I didn’t flinch.

“This wasn’t a mistake,” I told him. “It was a choice. And now I’m making mine.”

Three months later, I signed the final papers. My lawyer smiled.

“You won.”

I smiled back.

“I didn’t win. I just stopped losing.”

Outside, crisp air kissed my face. My phone buzzed—a message from James.

“Rachel had the baby christened yesterday. They want you to know they’re grateful.”

Delete.

Step.

Freedom.

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