Husband Borrowed My Womb for Ex-Wife, I Booked Abortion

Six years married, and my husband never once let me so much as touch a hairdryer. He loved to hold me close and murmur in my ear: "Theresa, let's have a girl." "Our little sweetheart. She'll grow up as pretty and lovable as you." He'd heard the old wives' tale that sour cravings mean a boy and spicy cravings mean a girl. So for two whole years he wouldn't let me touch anything sour, only spicy food. But in six years of marriage, there was one thing, and one thing only, that was the exception.