Chapter 3 Be a surrogate mother

I don't know how or when I was taken to the hospital. All I met was an unfamiliar ceiling of the hospital ward after waking up while tubes attached to my hand. I hissed from the pain in my head where I found bandages instead of the blooded wound.

"Ah, you're awake I see," The Doctor said when she entered the ward.

"Yes," I let out as she took her time to examine my wounds, before coming and standing in front of me with an odd look on her face which made me frown in confusion.

"Your wounds are okay. You're also ready to discharge, however, there's an issue that I would like to talk with you about before you leave," She told me which kinda made me nervous.

"Alright," I nodded, waiting for her to continue.

"We have given you a premarital along with a few blood tests and it shows that the quality of your follicles is very poor," She explained but I didn't quite understand her, then she continued taking in my confusing look. "Many white-collar women face such problems nowadays, because of too much pressure."

I looked at her with dead-filled eyes. "You mean that I can't-"

"Unfortunately, yes. There are little to no chances that you can get pregnant normally," She finished.

"W-What?" I felt my world slipping away. My voice cracked as my eyes burned. I should be thankful to hear this news after Nick wanted to use me as a surrogate mother, shouldn't I? But I still couldn't help being sad. I suffered all the bad luck and bad results in one day.

"Don't be discouraged, ma'am, many surrogacy agencies now have advanced medical equipment, and you can definitely become a mother." The doctor saw the sadness and encouraged me.

Yes, why don't I choose a surrogate to have a child? Nick wants me to bear his child, so if I gave birth to a child with someone else, it must be the best revenge for him.

I thought about the medical expenses, but the doctor told me that someone had already paid for me. I remembered that the man must have paid for my car accident.

The cause of the accident was my own fault and I don't want to take advantage of others, but I have more important things to attend to right now.

I went to a surrogacy agency without hesitation. Time is money for me, and maybe the sooner I get pregnant, the higher my chances of pregnancy will be.

There, I quickly determined a donor. They told me about a few donors, and after reading about them I came across this university tutor, who has no habit of smoking and seemed to be a good person. So, the quality of his sperm must be good.

After I signed the confidential agreement, the doctor made me go through some tests and procedures. After a full body check-up, the sperm was inserted inside me. It was really uncomfortable but I managed through it somehow.

I'm aware that it won't be simple, and occasionally I wonder if I'm rushing things, but I need to take my mind off the suffering and trauma they left me with in order to move on. I need some time to recover, but I can't do it by myself. Maybe having a baby will take my mind off everything. Since I have a job, I don't have a problem with money. I'll learn to let things go and concentrate on healing my broken pieces.

I need to close that Chapter if I want to move on and to find my happiness again.

After making up my mind, I went to talk to Nick about the divorce. However, when I got home and tried to unlock the door, the key no longer worked.

"What the hell? Why isn't it opening?" I muttered under my breath. I tried numerous times but it didn't work. Don't tell me he changed the lock of the house I paid equally for.

I was barely out of the shock when I received a call from an unknown number. I picked it up without any thought, thinking maybe it was from the surrogacy agency.

"Hello?"

"Hello, we are calling from the city court. Is this Mrs. Rosalyn speaking?" The man on the other side spoke.

I frowned in confusion, "Yes, I am."

"Alright, we are hereby to inform you that your legal husband Nick Burke had absconded with the money he took a loan for, and you, as his legal wife, are obligated to must bear that debt."

Before he could finish, I burst into tears and fell to the ground in front of the house where I was no longer permitted or welcomed. He snatched everything from me in the blink of an eye.

Why is fate so unfair to me? How could everything wonderful that was happening in my life be so up and down now?

I gasped as a pain crept up my chest. It hurts so much to think that I was hurt by the person I expected to take away all of my pain. Instead, he multiplied that pain thousands of times and then returned it.

Where did I go wrong?

I have worked hard since I was a child. I had always made sure my academic performance was excellent, so I could be a financial analyst with a handsome salary at a young age. I always tried to be strong so that no one could hurt me. So, why was life always being so unfair to me? Why does it always have to be so tough for me?

How can I look forward to a child when I'm this unlucky in my life? How could I raise that child with a huge debt? Now I just hope that I will not ever be pregnant if life is always going to be this messy.

I don't remember how long I sat there at the door while crying my eyes out. I had a hard time even getting up and leaving, but I managed to return to the apartment I had lived in before moving in with