Episode 98

I woke up to the sound of my baby son’s cry. He was lying next to me on the bed, wrapped in a blue blanket. I looked at his tiny face and felt a surge of love and protectiveness. I had not given him a name yet, because I was still in a state of confusion and turmoil. The house was tense and hostile, as Bianca, the woman who claimed to be his mother, was trying to take him away from me.

Bianca had hired me as a surrogate for her and her husband, Henry. She had given me a contract to sign, which stated that I would give up all rights to the child after birth. But I had not read the fine print, and I did not know that she had also inserted a clause that said I would have no contact with the child or the father. She had tricked me into signing away my son.

But I was not going to let her have him. He was mine, and I loved him more than anything. I had carried him for nine months, felt his kicks and movements, endured the pain of labor and delivery. Bianca had not been there for any of it. S