“The first one,” she said sweetly, “was the night his wife was in labor and things went wrong. I told him I felt so lonely, and within ten minutes, he dropped everything to be with me and even stayed the whole night.”
My chest tightened.
That night, I was lying in the delivery room, terrified, barely able to breathe through the pain, desperately trying to reach Phyll, but he never came.
It was the wife of one of his clients who stayed by my side, holding my hand and encouraging me through the fear.
Barbara went on, her voice brimming with emotion. “The second thing, and this touched me the most, was when I told him I wanted a baby, he forged his wife’s medical report and had our embryo implanted in her womb.”
For a moment, I couldn’t believe what I had just heard.
The others around us also froze, their faces twisted with shock, all staring at Phyll.
“Phyll… she’s talking about you, right?”
Phyll only shrugged and replied, “So what if she is?”
“Damn, Phyll, that’s… wild. But Barbara can have kids on her own, so why did you make your wife carry your child instead?”
Phyll fell silent for a moment, then sighed and ruffled Barbara’s hair with helpless affection.