Who Are The Key Figures In 'My Body, My Choice: The Fight For Abortion Rights'?

My husband, Carlton Stewart, looked me right in the eye and asked me to abort his unborn child. Then he asked for a divorce. That didn’t hurt me more than when I discovered the reason he asked me to abort his child. I felt so worthless and even more worthless when my husband threw me in jail after my sister accused me of a crime, we all knew I would never commit. Six months went down in speed and I was out of prison with six months pregnancy. Unconventionally, I met a young man who surprisingly was hell-bent on helping me take revenge on my ex-husband and all of them who’d hurt me.

Grace Carter never imagined her desperation would lead her to sell not just her body, but a part of her soul. When she agrees to become a surrogate for a wealthy, mysterious man, Noah Bennett, she thinks it’s just business. But their arrangement spirals into a collision of secrets, passion, and betrayal as love threatens to bloom amid trauma, and enemies circle like vultures, Grace must fight to reclaim her voice, her power, and her future. In a world where power seduces and pain lingers, how far will one girl go to save the ones she loves and herself?

My in-laws were hit by a car crash. I called my husband, begging him to give me some money to pay the hospital bill. He said, "Oh, if you want money, just come out with it. That excuse is terrible!" He hung up on me. Despite how unfair it felt, I had to call him again. This time, a voice I was familiar with hit my ears. A woman's voice. "Chris, I got a bit too much sunscreen on my hand. Can I smear the rest on your abs?" Lovingly, my husband said, "You little troublemaker." His parents died that night. Overseas.

I thought dating again was my biggest mistake. Then I fell for the one man I should have stayed miles away from. My OB-GYN. He’s twice my age. My boyfriend’s father. And the only man who’s ever made me feel seen. Now I’m pretending to need checkups just to hear his voice, Just to feel his hands where they shouldn’t be But when my perfect boyfriend’s charm turns violent, The man I shouldn’t love becomes my only safe place. One wants to owe me. The other wants to save me. But the closer I get to both, The closer I come to losing myself. When desire becomes our only language, how long before it destroys us both?

By the fifth year of my marriage to River Grayson, I had stopped checking his call logs and chat records. Instead, I spent my nights drinking and partying with my girlfriends at the poolside bar. When his ninety-ninth missed call lit up my screen, I let out a cold laugh and tossed my phone straight into the water. It didn't take long before he came storming in. The moment he pulled the strawberry-scented condom out of my pocket, he turned grim and banned me from leaving the house after 7:00 PM. "Joanne, you weren't like this before." I thought back to last month, when I had run into him at the hospital. He had lied about being on a business trip out of town, but there he was, holding Yvonne Sinclair's hand. I still remembered his words. "You lost your uterus from saving me back then. My sperm is perfectly fine. I'll give you a child—with your mother's help." Now, staring into his furious eyes, I said coldly, "Don't worry. There's no going back for us anymore."

The day I found out I was pregnant with my second child, the impossible happened: the baby in my womb spoke. "Stupid sister, are you even listening? Mom said that as soon as you graduate, she's selling you off. That money is for my future wedding!" My daughter went still. She didn't say a word, didn't confront me, didn't even cry. She just quietly applied to study abroad. And from that day on, I never heard from her again. My husband, seeing how devastated I was, moved to comfort me. But the baby's voice cut through the silence once more. "Comfort her? You're the biggest fool in this house! When I'm born, I'm not calling you 'Dad.' My real dad is that handsome guy from the bar!" The color drained from Sean's face. Before I could utter a word of explanation, he dragged me straight to the hospital for a paternity test. The results came back quickly—my best friend had pulled some strings to expedite them. And there it was, in cold, clinical print: NO PATERNITY BIOLOGICALLY ESTABLISHED. He didn't let me speak. He filed for divorce immediately. In a panic, the baby's voice cried out from inside me again, "Why is the idiot backing out now? Did he finally figure out Mom tricked him? The one who saved his life all those years ago wasn't her—it was her best friend!" That one sentence shattered my entire world. My husband turned his back on me and married my best friend. As for me… the shock and grief hit me like a physical blow. I felt a hot, sudden gush of blood. Before the doctors could save me, I died on that cold hospital bed, my hands clutching my swollen belly, my mind still reeling, unable to comprehend how my life had unraveled so completely. It wasn't until I was reborn, and once again heard the treacherous little voice inside me, that I finally began to understand the truth.