All Chapters of SURROGATE TO MY BEST FRIEND'S HUSBAND: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Abigail slowly shook her head. She had never been involved with any man throughout her college years. She didn’t even know who Lily had been dating at the time. Her life back then revolved almost entirely around classes, endless assignments, and her part-time job. She barely had any room to think about romance.Although, yes... there had been someone she secretly admired: David Beaumont. But she had never competed with Lily for his attention, especially since David had been abroad pursuing his education at the time.“No. We never competed over a man,” Abigail answered honestly.“What about academic achievements?” Margareth pressed, studying her closely.“Academic achievements?” Abigail furrowed her brow again.Back then, she and Lily had both been candidates for a scholarship. But...Abigail quickly shook her head, casting away the suspicion creeping into her mind.“I’m certain we competed fairly and honestly back then,” she said firmly, voicing what she truly believed.Diana and Marg

The car sped down the road toward Margareth’s magnificent mansion. Several guests’ vehicles were already parked neatly outside, while Jacob and a line of uniformed servants stood ready to welcome arrivals in the main lobby.“Good evening, sir, ma’am,” Jacob greeted respectfully when Mark and Lily arrived.“How many guests have arrived so far, Jacob?” Mark asked curiously, hoping they weren’t among the last to arrive.“Approximately eighty percent of the guests have arrived, sir,” Jacob replied.Mark nodded in understanding. Lily stepped inside, looping her fingers around Mark’s arm.Inside the grand main hall where dinner was being held, guests stood mingling in small groups. Margareth usually invited at least thirty guests to each gathering, but tonight the atmosphere felt considerably livelier.“It’s usually not this crowded,” Lily whispered softly into Mark’s ear.Mark surveyed the room and nodded in agreement. Several of the guests were members of the company’s board of directors

Abigail felt caught in an incredibly awkward position.From across the dinner table, she looked at Lily with sympathy in her eyes, pitying her friend for the relentless pressure Elizabeth and Margareth had been placing on her regarding children.The weight of that pressure had left Lily’s face deathly pale and robbed her of her appetite, even as Mark, seated beside her, repeatedly tried to reassure her.Meanwhile, Abigail was overwhelmed by a deep sense of guilt for still being unable to fulfill her part of their agreement.If only I had already been confirmed pregnant, maybe Lily could proudly announce to everyone tonight that she and Mark were finally going to have a child.Once dinner came to an end, Abigail quickly slipped away from the center of attention.Elizabeth’s sudden declaration that she was her adopted granddaughter was something they had never discussed privately. Having dozens of pairs of eyes on her when the announcement was made had left Abigail embarrassed and compl

Mark stared at Lily in disbelief. When he heard what she had said, he had to fight the urge to grab her by the shoulders and shake some sense into her. His wife was drunk. She was under immense pressure, and those words had slipped out while her mind was in complete turmoil. Mark chose to be the rational one and helped her lie back down and rest.Slowly, he removed the dress Lily was wearing and replaced it with one of her spare nightgowns from the wardrobe. His fingers, usually so nimble, suddenly felt stiff as he fastened the buttons of her pajamas, haunted by the desperate demand his wife had just made. After making sure she was sound asleep under the influence of the alcohol, he went back downstairs to join the remaining guests at his mother’s gathering.Not because he wanted to socialize, but because he needed to push his wife’s insane demand out of his mind. The thought had begun to unsettle him, leaving him restless and deeply disturbed. Every friendly greeting from his busines

Some time earlier…“Are you going home?” Margareth asked Mark after all the guests had departed.“No. I’m staying here tonight. Why? Am I not allowed to stay here either?” he asked curtly.Margareth furrowed her brows but chose not to argue.“Can we talk in private, Mom?” Mark continued, glancing at the servants quietly moving around the hall as they cleared away the remnants of the banquet.Margareth headed toward her study, and Mark followed closely behind.“What do you want to talk about?” Margareth asked casually as she settled onto the plush sofa in the room.“What exactly are you and Grandma planning?” Mark asked without beating around the bush.He wasn't shouting, and his voice wasn't raised, but there was enough restrained fury in his tone to make the anger simmering beneath the surface unmistakable.Margareth looked at her son calmly.“What makes you think your grandmother and I are planning something?” she asked in return.“You and Grandma humiliated Lily in front of the Sto