All Chapters of THE SURROGATE WIFE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

“Don't look at me like that, Lydia. You should be grateful. Not every woman gets the opportunity to do something this meaningful.” Williams Osborne adjusted the cuff of his shirt, his expression carrying an infuriating calmness that made Lydia's stomach twist. He had just finished telling her that the baby she had carried for nine months wasn't hers, and somehow, he expected gratitude. She stared at him, struggling to reconcile the man sitting beside her hospital bed with the husband she had spent seven years loving. “You disgust me, Williams.” Her voice came out barely above a whisper, but the words scraped her throat on their way out. He sighed, dragging a hand over his face. “Can we not do this right now? You've just given birth. You need to rest.” A bitter laugh escaped her. Rest? How was she supposed to close her eyes when the very man who had promised to protect her had just revealed that he had used her body to give another woman a child? The baby she had carried, the ti

“Rachael, I need you to come and get me.” Lydia pressed the phone against her ear, wincing as she shifted against the passenger seat. Her free hand rested protectively over her lower abdomen, where every slight movement reminded her that she had given birth barely two days ago. She had been discharged less than an hour earlier, but the thought of returning to the Osborne manor was enough to make her stomach turn. “Lydia?” Rachael's voice immediately sharpened with concern. “Where are you? What's wrong? Has something happened?” “I'll explain when I get there. I just need somewhere to stay.” There was a brief silence on the other end before Rachael responded. “You're coming to my house. Send me your location, and don't bother taking another taxi. I'll arrange for someone to pick you up.” “Thank you.” “Don't thank me. Just get here safely.” The call ended, and Lydia lowered the phone into her lap. For several seconds, she stared through the window without really seeing anyt

Lydia wants a divorce?”Williams stared at the papers in his mother's hands, then let out a short laugh. The sound was sharp and careless, but his fingers had tightened around the edge of the coffee table.“She cannot be serious,” he said, taking the petition from Matilda. “I know exactly what she's doing. She wants attention. She expects me to panic, go running after her, and beg her to come home.”Matilda did not share his amusement. She tapped the signature with one red fingernail. “This is not a love letter, Williams. She has signed it.”Matilda's gaze returned to the petition. “How on earth did you not think this reveal through before going ahead with it, William. She wouldn't have known about the baby.”Williams's mouth tightened. “She didn't know anything until I told her.”“And you told her after the baby was born?” Matilda asked. “You should have kept quiet until we had everything settled.”“I thought she would accept it once she saw the baby was healthy.”Clara shook her hea

"What! What do you mean she's not there anymore?" Williams barked over the phone.He had just been informed that Lydia had left Rachael's house. Clara, who had been sitting across from him, suddenly sat up straight and closed the magazine she was reading."What happened?" she asked when he ended the call.Williams tossed his phone onto the coffee table, his expression darkening. "Lydia left Rachael's apartment.""Where did she go?""Apparently, someone came to pick her up."Clara raised an eyebrow. "Someone?""A black Bugatti." He reached for his glass of water, taking a sip before adding, "The registration number is 12998."Clara stared at him. "A Bugatti?""That's what I was told.""Do you know who owns it?""No. And that's what I intend to find out."Williams placed his glass down with a little more force than necessary. He couldn't understand where Lydia had suddenly found such an extravagant means of transportation. Rachael certainly couldn't afford a Bugatti, and he doubted any