In 2018, my husband was diagnosed with kidney failure.
He was dying slowly, and his family had no money for a transplant.
I sold everything — my car, my jewelry, even my father’s l a n d.
But it wasn’t enough.
The only option left was risky — selling my womb to a desperate woman who couldn’t conceive.
She offered $20,000 for my uterus.
I cried for nights.
I was 28. I wanted kids. But I wanted my husband more.
I signed the papers.
Underwent the surgery.
Nearly died.
But he lived.
Got his transplant.
Regained his strength.
Started working again.
We were happy… or so I thought.
Then three months ago, he came home and said:
“I want a child. You can’t give me one. I’ve found someone who can.”
I laughed — thought it was a joke.
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