Page 124 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

Her eyes filled with tears. “No.”

I nodded. “Good at least you finally told me one fucking truth.”

Her face dropped. “Alisha⁠—”

“Whose babies are you carrying?”

She started crying, but they shit didn’t move me. “Answer me.”

“You already know.” She winced in pain from the contraction.

“Say it.”

Her lips trembled. “Deuce and Kim’s.”

There it was out loud, I had known for weeks, but hearing her say it still hurt. “You let me walk around thinking those babies belonged to you and Malik.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You watched me buy shit for them.”

“I’m sorry.” She cried.

“You let me rub your stomach and talk about being their auntie.”

“I wanted to tell you.”

“Stop fucking lying!”

She jumped.

“You had almost nine months!”

“I was scared!”

“Of losing me?”

“Yes!”

I stepped closer. “Then maybe you shouldn’t have done something worth losing me over.”

Shante broke down. “You knew Kim was fucking my husband.”

“Yes.”

“You knew what I was going through.”

“Yes.”

“And you still agreed to carry their babies.”

“Deuce made it seem like⁠—”

“Fuck what Deuce made it seem like.” I pointed at her. “You were my best friend before I ever became his wife.” That was where my voice finally cracked. “You were my sister.” Shante covered her mouth. “I came to you when I thought my husband was cheating. I talked to you about how that shit was hurting me while you were carrying his babies with the bitch he was cheating with.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t fix that.”