My wife told me she became a surrogate to earn $70,000 so we could finally buy a house—but when I overheard her talking to my boss, I went pale.

him looked guilty.

That made it worse.

Nothing about him looked guilty.

For the rest of the afternoon, I barely spoke. Every memory from the past seven months rearranged itself. The appointments. The whispered calls Renee took outside. The evenings she came home smelling faintly of paint, which I’d blamed on a clinic renovation she mentioned once.

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