Pregnancy. They say it’s one of the most beautiful times in a woman’s life—a time of excitement, hope, and the miracle of new beginnings. But for that to be true, a woman needs a partner who loves and supports her. I wasn’t that lucky. My husband, Arnie, changed the moment I got pregnant. It started with small things—tiny, cutting remarks, little gestures of indifference. Then, it escalated. He mocked my looks, ignored my pain, and treated me like I was nothing. And just when I thought it couldn’t get any

Motherhood had left me exhausted, and my husband, Nate, seemed to understand. Every evening, he took our baby for a walk so I could rest, and it felt like such a sweet gesture. I trusted him completely. But one night, he forgot his phone at home. Wanting to be helpful, I decided to follow his usual route to return it to him. That was when I discovered something shocking—his route wasn’t usual at all. I had given birth to our baby boy, Caleb, six months ago, and motherhood had changed

When my husband, James, asked me to be a surrogate for his brother’s fiancée, I should have trusted my gut. Something about the whole situation felt off, but James knew exactly how to convince me. At first, it started as a simple invitation to a family meeting at his mother’s house. I rolled my eyes as we drove over, already dreading whatever drama was about to unfold. “What is it this time?” I sighed. “Did your mom find another scratch on her precious china and decide I’m to blame?” James