My Husband Sold My Womb to His Billionaire Ex

On my fourth IVF cycle, I finally got pregnant.

Ethan was more excited than I was. Every day, he made me organic soups, tracked my blood pressure, and wouldn't even let me walk down the stairs without holding my arm.

I thought he had finally changed.

But during my prenatal checkup, the lead OB-GYN asked me a question that made my blood run cold.

"Mrs. Miller, you signed the embryo donor consent form, correct?"

"Yes," I replied.

She hesitated. "Then... are you aware that this embryo's paternal blood type does not match Ethan’s?"

I didn't understand.