One year after my divorce, my ex-mother-in-law spotted me at the clinic with a smug grin. She told me her son made the right choice leaving me and was now raising a daughter with my former friend. I stayed calm, smiled, and said

a clinic billing notice accidentally arrived at my old email. It listed an embryo transfer date two weeks after my divorce had been filed.

My embryo.

My consent form.

My signature.

Except I had never signed it.

So when Patricia leaned closer and whispered, “That little girl is proof my son chose right,” I finally smiled.

“Is that what you think?”

Before she continue reading …