Reject Being a Surrogate Incubator: The Tech Genius Returns

t yet carries an unspoken cold emptiness. Finley Wright sits alone on the premium leather sofa, her fingertips chilled to the b

nflicting emotions. Deep down, she had clung to a faint, desperate hope th

tial document folder. She stops in front of Finley and hands over the file. "Mr

the additional test out of caution, aware of the genetic medical history in the

heartbeat skipping abruptly. In the section labeled embryonic gene

er gaze drifts slowly downward to the maternal genetic origin line. Th

of paper trembling in her grasp. The clinic's constant temperature-controlled air washe

ed childbirth. She is not a wife, not a mother-to-be. She is merel

sistent coldness, his endless late nights away from home, and the perfunctory, passionless marit

rs into the lounge restroom, bracing herself over the sink as violent

her reflection in the mirror-pale-faced, red-rimmed eyes, every trace of warmth drain

s child cannot stay. It is the living proof of her betrayal, he

from the force of her grip, yet her movements are u

ionless tone. "I am Finley Wright. I need to sche

itation lacing her voice. "Mrs. Beaumont, are you certain? Wou

nley cuts her off sharply, her tone co

report neatly and tucks it into her handbag,

ng her cheeks. She feels nothing, no cold, no pa

the car immediately. She sits motionless in the

ce of fragility and grief is buried deep. Only b

The label burns with biting irony. She skips past the name without the sligh

h the contacts and

ice comes through the line

is terrifyingly calm, devoid of tremor o

lemnly. "I understand. I will start preparing the legal docu

y states plainly. "But he will.

verything you deserve." Nathan's t

ng, steady breath a

. Fair division of marital assets. The w