I looked directly at her. “‘Once the baby is born, we’ll do it.'”
My real plan was still ahead.
Ethan straightened. “That was private.”
“And then Claire said, ‘She’ll never find out.'”
Neither spoke.
“Find out what?”
“You misunderstood,” Ethan insisted.
That was private.
“Then explain.”
He looked at Claire.
She looked away.
I opened my folder. “After hearing you, I couldn’t sleep. So the following Monday, I started making appointments.”
Ethan frowned. “With whom?”
You misunderstood.
“First, my lawyer.”
***
I remembered sitting across from her, eight months pregnant.
“I think Ethan’s planning to break his promise,” I’d told her.
“Do you have proof he made it?”
I showed her my phone.
I started making appointments.
Ethan: We’ll pay every dollar.
Ethan: You won’t lose your home, Nat.
Ethan: Once the baby’s born, that mortgage disappears.
She read the messages carefully.
“The mortgage promise isn’t in your surrogacy contract,” she reminded me.
