The Girl He Left Behind: Now a Billionaire's Wife

supposed to be the living room, a space Andrew and I had spent months planning on blueprints. This was

I figured it was the pizza I ordered. Andrew was supposed to be

door, and m

y straining against a stylish maternity dress. I recognized her from Andrew'

too sweet. "Is Andrew here? We need

just stared at her belly, th

repeated, my voic

then. He got out, saw us at the door, and h

at's going on?" he asked

ria, the question hangi

on her stomach. "I was just telling

rting to pound in my chest. "And

r. He put on his most patient, logical expression, the one

inside. There' s a

living room. The air su

ce. She wanted a baby, and I helped her. I was a private sperm donor

ity. A platonic friend? A sperm donor who dis

nor?" I asked, my vo

ement, Gabby. I did a good thing for a

was looking at me, a flicker of triumph in her eyes, and I knew, with a sickening cert