Win Her Back Series#2
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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.

Win Her Back! Billionaire's Surrogate Wife

We were already seated at a long table where different kinds of mouthwatering and expensive dishes were served, such as Kobe beef, King crab Beluga Caviar, Saffron chicken, and many more. They were really prepared for this occasion. But I have no appetite at all. I was feeling more nervous than enjoying a meal in a place where memories of Cohen and I getting married kept pushing into my head no matter how much I was trying to brush it away.


The slicing and eating of cake, the drinking of wine, the way he danced with me on the dance floor. Everyone was happy. Everyone was laughing. Except for the groom and bride, themselves. Ourselves.


‘‘Let’s eat!’’ Cohen's grandmother stated, and she and my grandmother began to eat while Sylvia sat next to me, riveted to her phone, sighing and grunting in annoyance.


Chapter 89 FORGIVE ME