might not look the way he had always imagined.
One evening, Beatrice finally said what Alex had been thinking but was too ashamed to admit.
“You weren’t going to destroy your future for her, Alex. A man like you needs an heir.”
Not long after that, Alex came home and placed a thick folder on the kitchen island.
Inside were brochures from international surrogacy agencies.
Costs.
Timelines.
Medical information.
Legal procedures.
Elena stared at the folder for a long time.
Then she looked at her husband.
“Do you want a
