My Husband’s First Love Stole My Eggs, So I Cleaned Him Out In The Divorce

Three years of trying, seven grueling rounds of egg retrieval, and I finally gave birth to a healthy baby.

But on our daughter's third birthday, I accidentally found a DNA test report hidden in the depths of my husband's closet.

The report showed that the egg didn't belong to me. It belonged to Melanie Carter—my husband's first love, his precious "one that got away."

I was nothing but a glorified surrogate for them.

That night, my husband, Julian, wrapped his arms around me from behind, his voice dripping with tenderness.