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Win Her Back! Billionaire's Surrogate Wife

Win Her Back Series#2 ***** Katrina was four years old when her parents were killed in a car accident, and her aunt sold her as a future daughter-in-law to Cohen's family. She was going to marry Cohen when they grew up, as planned. She might have a wonderful life until Cohen's family went bankrupt just before their wedding. She accepted a commission as a surrogate in order to acquire money quickly, for a millionaire whose wife couldn't get pregnant due to disease. Katrina had been gone for a long time in order to conceal her pregnancy. Cohen went looking for her only to discover she was pregnant. He believed she had deceived him and abandoned him at his lowest point. When she returned to Cohen, his love for her mutated into hatred. He still married her, but it was a secret marriage. He didn't want anyone finding out she was his wife. And he purposefully slept with other women in order to inflict revenge on Katrina. He treats her coldly yet refuses to divorce her. Katrina, who was compelled to keep the surrogacy secret, suffered greatly. She met Travis, Claire's spouse, at this point. He married Claire not for love, but for economic reasons. As a result, he had no affections for her. However, in order to satisfy his parents' goal for an heir, he needed to find a surrogate. What he didn't realize was that Claire's eggs were too weak to survive. Claire lied to everyone about the process being successful, and she actually utilized Katrina's eggs. She demanded that Katrina keep the secret or she would not be paid. Claire was tragically killed in a plane crash before Katrina gave birth to the kid.

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Chapter 36 IN TIME

TRAVIS’ P O V

In the centre of the long, dining table were dishes of short ribs with black barley and mushrooms, mom’s favorite seared scallops and baby spinach with spiced pomegranate glaze, beef steaks wellington, and keto broccoli cheddar soup.

Everyone was already seated, and started eating dinner when I noticed Joe moping around. ‘‘Do you like the scallops, sweetheart?’’ mom asked softly.

But Joe had remained silent and had not responded. I knew what he wanted. Mcdonalds again. He might've expected me to keep my promise to take him out to dinner this evening. How could I, though? My family unexpectedly visited us.

Joe was peering at me through his eyelids, toying with his food on the plate, mom had set out for him. ‘‘I don’t like this!’’ he suddenly announced, spitting out the mouthful of broccoli that he had eaten. His sudden speech drew all the attention, and I was completely mortified.