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

The detective and the woman spoke to each other in a corner of the interrogation room. My ears filtered out their low whispers as I sank, closed my eyes, nestled into the crook of the plastic chair. The air became peaceful and still, and I floated away from them.


With one hand I idly stroked the arm of the chair, the other hand skimmed over my cardigan. Well, it's not exactly my cardigan. Someone made me take off my coat, then my clothes, then made me wear this cardigan and those ugly pants. I couldn’t remember who, but here I was, pinching a roll of skin bulging from my tummy. I was trapped in a police interrogation room, fondling my fat. This was a new low.


The chairs scrapped in front of me, quick and crisp. I opened my eyes and looked up. I saw a woman with a pointed nose, wearing a long black coat.


Chapter 141 DEFEATED