My Wife Surrogated For Her Ex
Language: en
When my wife helped her drunk childhood sweetheart into our apartment, I was lying in bed, doubled over from excruciating stomach cramps. She didn’t spare me a single glance. Instead, she guided him straight to our bedroom and laid him down across our marital bed. Then, with a tenderness she hadn't shown me in years, she took a warm cloth and gently wiped his face. "Cathy, give me a hug..." he slurred, his voice thick with liquor. A soft, genuine smile lit up my wife's face—a smile I hadn't seen directed at me in months. Without warning, she grabbed my arm and yanked me out of bed. "I…