I Gave You Heirs, You Gave Me Death

Three years after breaking up with Adrian Whitmore, he came looking for a surrogate, while I was competing for the highest surrogacy commission.

When our eyes met, his lips curled into a cold sneer.

"Didn't you marry into a wealthy family carrying some bastard back then?"

"How did you fall so low that you need to make money through surrogacy? Is it because you didn't give birth to a son?"

I gripped the agency's business card tightly in my hand and said nothing.

"Kneel and beg me. Maybe I'll consider giving you a chance."

I lowered my eyes and knelt down.