The Billionaire's Hired Surrogate

A woman dressed in a gown, with pale lips and short hair addressed me, asking, "What's your name?" My voice faltered as I replied, "L-Livia Washington, ma'am." She explained that she and her husband were unable to have children, and she desperately sought my assistance. In return, she offered a substantial sum of money, stating, "I'll pay you whatever you desire, just please help us…" Her expression conveyed a sense of desperation bordering on pleading. Without hesitation, I agreed, "Please, just tell me what you need from me, ma'am..." Little did I know that accepting this request would shatter the dreams I had for financial stability. The promise of money – specifically, a billion dollars through surrogacy – seemed too good to resist. But reality soon proved otherwise. Upon Archer's arrival, I confronted him with frustration, "You're bringing another woman home again?" He merely snorted, but I held onto his hand, reminding him, "Archer, don't forget, you still have a wife here!" His response was sharp, "Maybe you should've considered your husband before betraying me and having a child with someone else, Livia." His eyes narrowed, reflecting his anger and disappointment. Five years of marriage to Archer had been far from easy. Tired of the constant struggle, I bore the consequences of my actions. He declared, "There won't be a divorce, Livia. You won't get the freedom you crave. This is your punishment," before retreating to his room, leaving me with his cold, resolute words.