😲 I became a surrogate for a wealthy family in order to finance my husband’s cancer treatment. Unfortunately, the treatment didn’t work, and he passed away. One day, the hospital returned his belongings, and in his pocket, I found a letter addressed to me. I thought it would be a farewell letter, but what I read left me speechless.
When I met Daniel, I fell in love with him at first sight. He was a calm and generous man. We got married and had an adorable daughter.
Life seemed perfect, until the day everything changed. Daniel had been suffering from abdominal pain for weeks, and when he saw a doctor, he was diagnosed with cancer.
I remember him lying in his hospital bed, trembling and apologizing. I knew I couldn’t abandon him. Our daughter needed her father, and I couldn’t imagine a future without him. I began to think of all possible solutions.
One day, I stumbled upon a forum of women who had become surrogates for wealthy families. Seeing the amount of money they were paid, I realized that this could be an opportunity that could save us.
The process moved quickly. I signed the necessary documents, and a few days later, everything began. When I received the first payment, I lied to my husband and told him I had found a second job.
Daniel’s condition improved for a time, but unfortunately, the illness took over again, and we lost him.
When the hospital returned his belongings, I found the letter in his pocket. He had written it knowing what was going to happen to him. I thought it would be a farewell letter, but what I read left me speechless.
The rest of my story is in the article of the first comment 👇👇👇.
In the letter, Daniel explained to me that he knew what I was doing.
His mother had told him everything.
He had recognized my sacrifice, even though I had never mentioned it to him.
He wrote that he didn’t hold it against me, quite the opposite.
He thanked me from the bottom of his heart for doing everything I could to give him a chance to live, even if it meant doing things that were difficult and unimaginable.
He assured me that he had never stopped loving me and that he understood my choices were motivated by love and the hope of saving our family.
He was proud of me.
