My Husband, Her Eggs, My Womb

Synopsis

Six months pregnant, I got up to pee and overheard my husband and my best friend in the spare room. "Keep it down. Don't wake Charlotte," my husband, Edward Sterling, said. Olivia Wynn, my so-called best friend, shot back in that syrupy voice of hers. She whispered, "Scared? She's carrying our kid. Remember what you promised? She pushes it out, and I stay red-carpet ready." Edward chuckled. Then he added, "Pretty smart, huh? A celeb like you can't balloon, so I swapped the eggs." I froze outside the door, heart pounding. Everyone knew Edward loved me deeply. Our only flaw in three years of marriage was no baby. I'd busted my butt—countless needles, gut-wrenching egg retrievals—to finally score this IVF pregnancy. And now I'd found out he'd slipped in her egg. I hauled myself to the bedroom, hands shaking, and speed-dialed the one number I still knew by heart. I whispered, "Christopher, I screwed up. If you'll still have me, I'll leave him tonight."