I had spent nine months carrying his child, enduring injections, nausea, sleepless nights, and the terror of an emergency delivery.
The doctors had been wonderful, but I had still entered that room knowing childbirth could alter my life forever.
I had never imagined the person asking the greatest sacrifice would turn his daughter's existence into something shameful.
I asked Julian whether he had warned our fertility team about Sadie's health history when we completed our intake questionnaires.
His gaze shifted toward the cabinet where Chloe had placed the folder containing every document from our surrogacy journey.
Chloe noticed, opened the folder, and found the family history form that Julian had filled out in his own handwriting.
Under the question about previous biological children, he had checked the box marked none and signed his full name.
Under the question about known family medical concerns, he had written that there was nothing relevant to disclose.
