It sure as hell doesn’t feel like love.
In fact, I know it’s not. I’ve spent my entire life contorting myself to earn love that should have been unconditional. I know better than anyone how worthless of a prize that love is.
And yet here I am, ready to do it again—placing my future, my body, my clinic in Stefan Safonov’s hands. Trading everything I’ve worked for to please a mother who will never be satisfied.
Worse—I considered, for a single f*****g second, offering the bright-eyed young girl in front of me up to the same twisted cycle.
I’m suddenly itchy all over. My skin feels too tight, too hot. I’m not saving my clinic by accepting Stefan’s offer—I’m betraying everything it represents. Every woman who’s trusted me to help her create life on her own terms.
I reach for Katelyn’s app
