Her Best Friend's Baby

My wife, Amelia Johnson, and I had been childless by choice for seven years.

She decided to be a surrogate for her best friend, Michael Harris.

I watched her sweetly smile as she talked on the phone.

"The child will inherit all of Charlie's fortune. We won't even need to raise them."

Then she texted me: [Honey, surrogacy isn't cheating. He's gay! What are you worried about?]

When I suggested terminating the pregnancy, she responded with divorce papers.

Amelia told me not to have regrets, and her words cut deep.

I crumpled up my kidney cancer diagnosis in my hand.