Then Ethan. “She doesn’t want the baby, Claire. She only agreed because I begged her to try surrogacy.”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the recorder.
“But she comes with you sometimes,” Claire said. She sounded uncertain.
“Only for appearances,” Ethan’s voice continued. “Once the baby’s born, she’s signing her rights over.”
Claire hesitated. “That’s why you’re keeping all the medical records?”
“Exactly,” Ethan said. “If she changes her mind, I’ll show the court she never bonded with the pregnancy.”
There was a crackle on the recording.
Then Claire spoke again, “I just don’t want to hurt anyone.”
“That’s why you’re keeping all the medical records?”
I spoke before anyone else could find their voice.
“I want to make something clear.” I looked at Claire directly. “I love this baby. I prayed for it. I ached for it for years. I have no intention of signing away my rights. Ethan lied to you.” I turned to face my husband then. “And now I’d like to know why.”
Ethan looked around the room. His parents, my parents, and all our friends were staring at him, waiting.
“You’re all misunderstanding,” he started.
“Am I?” I asked quietly. “Why don’t you explain it then?”
“And now I’d like to know why.”
Something moved across his face, and I watched the performance fall away.
“You really want to know?” he said finally. “Fine. Our marriage died years ago. The treatments, the disappointments… All of it. It broke us. I still wanted my child. I just didn’t want to raise it in a broken marriage.”
“So you decided to steal it instead,” I said.
Claire moved away from him. “I would never have helped you if I’d known the truth.”
Ethan’s mother stood. “How could you, Ethan?”
I watched the performance fall away.
Ethan shook his head. “It was the simplest way. I gathered enough proof to show I’d been taking an active interest in the baby. It’s enough to build a strong case for sole custody. We were going to have a fresh start, just me and my kid.”
“Not anymore.”
I pulled out a folder, removed the divorce papers, and held them out to him.
He looked down at the documents, then up at me.
“You’re divorcing me?”
“After all of this?” I said. “Absolutely.”
“We were going to have a fresh start, just me and my kid.”
The surrogacy agency terminated Ethan’s involvement after hearing the recording. The contracts were restructured. Everything was redrawn with my lawyer present, and Ethan’s name was no longer on any of it.
Claire apologized with tears running down her face.
“I thought I was helping a father protect his baby. I never would have agreed to any of it if I’d known what he was really doing.”
I took her hand and held it. “I believe you.”
The contracts were restructured.
The divorce was finalized months later.
Ethan fought for custody. His lawyer tried gamely to excuse what he’d said on that recording, but it was no use.
The judge ruled in my favor.
And when I finally held my little boy in my arms for the first time, I understood something Ethan never did.
A baby is not a stepping stone to a new beginning.
His lawyer tried gamely to excuse what he’d said on that recording.
