Too Late, Mr. Golden Boy

of debt were the price for two pink lines, a

most exclusive maternity hospital to celebrate,

ils arrived, hinting at "designer babies" a

med the worst: the baby I car

s for six years, had been reduced to a mere v

lear and cold: "She's just the vessel. Our perfect heir. He

iculously crafted lie where I was nothing more than an incub

ched my husband publicly dedicate his life and car

at gilded cage, leaving my old life behind and