Tame Me, The Billionaire's Surrogate

JESSIE'S P O V

My heart was beating unusually fast as I lay on a cold operating bed, my hands gripping the bed tightly, which caused my knuckles to turn white. “Spread wider, Miss…’’ the female doctor instructed me, and I obliged politely, spreading my legs wider.

In spite of the fact that I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, I managed to keep them from falling out as I felt something invade my body through the center. “Slowly…’’ another doctor said, talking to the female doctor. “Yes, that’s it! Infuse it into the uterus…’’

Upon hearing their words, I experienced a range of feelings within my heart. I couldn’t believe that at twenty-one years of age, I would embark on the journey of surrogacy at such a tender age.

Christian’s company went bankrupt, and I couldn’t think of anything about how I would be able to help him. He was so devastated when he learned about it, so as his fiancée, I would do anything to see the smile on his face again, and that would only happen if their company is saved.

I was also doing this to pay back the good deeds his family did to me. Aunt Emily sold me to them when I was just five years old, and I thought they would treat me as one of their servants. I didn’t expect them to treat me as their own daughter, and they even sent me to a prestigious school where I studied until I graduated from college. They treated me as a family, unlike Aunt Emily who only thought about nothing except money.

The operation was quite a success, and I was pushed out of the operating room by the nurse after the process was done.

A tear trickled down the side of my cheek as I touched my small belly. After nine months, I would be giving birth to a child that wasn't mine. Because of the depth of my love for him, I had made the decision to sacrifice myself and my uterus, which hasn't been touched yet.

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AFTER FIVE YEARS

My hands were wet from sweating, and I couldn't help but feel uneasy as I held the necklace in my hand, and stared at the brilliant and yellow gold diamond stone, matched with the silvery platinum lace that was surrounded with smaller diamonds.

I continued to walk down the hallway, and when I found the room that had the number 109 inscribed on the upper portion of the door, I came to a halt. Christian gave me instructions to come here, and bring this necklace to him.

I hastily got here as soon as I read his message, feeling so excited and nervous---I really can't understand what to feel right now. I took a few deep breaths before I lifted my fist, and slowly knocked on the door three times.

I plastered a broad smile on my face as I waited for the door to open, my hand still clutching the necklace tightly, afraid that it might slip out of my grasp. After a brief period of time had elapsed, I became aware of the sound of footfalls approaching, which made my heart rate quicken.

Soon enough, the door opened, and there was Christian, my dear husband, standing in the doorway, but to my dismay, his eyes were as cold as ice as they stared at me.

‘‘Christian!’’ I called out excitedly, ignoring the way he was looking at me, and just as I was about to hug him, I noticed that he was only wearing a white bathrobe, and his hair was wet, indicating that he had just gotten out of the shower room.

Something wasn’t right. I made an effort to ignore the red flags that were popping up in my head, but I couldn't deny the feeling that something was odd about the situation.

‘‘Sweetheart---’’ I had even addressed him by the term of endearment that we had grown accustomed to using for each other, when I was suddenly interrupted by the alluring voice of a woman coming from the inside of the room.

‘‘Honey? Who are you talking to?’’ The voice of the woman sounded so familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on when or where I had heard it before.

Honey…?

My mouth dropped open in shock as I stared at Christian.

‘‘Christian, who’s that…’’ I choked out the words, my voice was wracked with anguish as I did so. But before he could respond, a beautiful woman approached him, and immediately wrapped her arms around him from behind.

Even as tears started to form in my eyes, I couldn't help but look at her from head to toe without being able to stop myself. She had a pair of grey eyes, wavy blonde hair that cascaded down her back in a lovely way, and she was also dressed in a white bathrobe exactly like my husband's, covering her body in all of its grandeur.

I knew her. I loved watching her on the television because of her beautiful voice. Her voice is quite remarkable, as is the quality of her tone. She has a strong connection with the audience every time she was performing, and this helped her to stand out among the other singers. But at this very moment, I detested her to the depths of my being. It's a mistake that I ever watched her or liked her songs. All I wanted to do at that very moment was to wrap my fingers around her beautiful neck, and strangle her until I could no longer hear her voice.

She got on tiptoes to reach Christian's cheek and laid a quick kiss on it, to which he reacted with a sweet smile and a loving gaze—very different from the one he was sending me earlier. To say that I was shocked would be an understatement when describing how I felt exactly at this moment. My heart was ripped into pieces, and was locked in place.

After she had finished giving Christian a peck on the cheek, my husband turned to look at me and chuckled in a way that suggested he took pleasure in seeing me in pain at the moment.

‘‘Natalia, this is Jessie…’’ I felt a glimmer of hope when he started to introduce me to the woman whose arms were now encircled around his waist as if she were a snake. ‘‘She’s my assistant who brought the necklace I promised to give you…’’

What?!

I tried to blink my tears away, but they escaped one by one, and I immediately brushed them with my hand when Christian wasn’t looking at me, because they were so busy staring at each other.

‘‘Really?’’ Natalia smiled. ‘‘Where is the necklace then? I want to see it!’’

I was carrying a shoulder bag with me, and I decided to hide the necklace inside, but before I could even do so, Christian had already snatched it from my hand. ‘‘Christian!’’ He didn’t pay attention to me as he put the necklace around Natalia’s neck.

‘‘Oh my God, this is so beautiful!’’ she exclaimed, stroking the diamond pendant with her long fingers. ‘‘Thank you so much, Christian!’’

Just a few minutes ago, Christian sent me a message, telling me that I should bring the necklace to him at this hotel. I thought he would give me this beautiful necklace as a gift, because today marked our fifth wedding anniversary. I thought he would surprise me, and yes, I was really surprised by what I had witnessed just now.

I didn’t expect that he would do this in front of me. Taking into account what he was doing at this very moment, I have a hard time believing that he even remembered the day today. I was wrong. It was a grave error on my part to love him. Releasing a soundless breath, I felt my shoulders sag, same as my spirit.

God, I felt like a f*ck*ng cliché right now---the clueless wife catching her husband cheating on her. The feeling of betrayal welled up in my chest, wrapped around my heart, and threatened to slice and dice. I thought he was different from other men. I was wrong again.

Clutching my bag as if I could keep my heart from bleeding hurt, I told myself to just turn around and leave them. But my mind stopped me from doing so. I am the wife. I am the one he chose to marry, and he gave his word that he would love me, till death do we part.

‘‘I can’t believe this, Christian!’’ I managed to blurt out, despite the fact that my throat was still hurting from preventing my tears from falling down. My eyes burned with fire as I sent murderous glares towards him. ‘‘If you don’t want this marriage to work anymore, just set me free! Let’s get divorced!’’

‘‘Oh… so, she’s the woman you were talking about…’’ Natalia said, her eyes raking me up and down. ‘‘What’s your response to what she just said, honey?’’ she asked as she looked up at him, her hand slid in the robe he was wearing, and started to caress his bare chest. Christian smiled, and lifted his hand to brush a few tendrils of hair away from her face, before he turned to me, his eyes turned dark as he did so.

‘‘I don’t want to divorce you…’’ he said calmly, and I could see how Natalie frowned, her eyes narrowed into slits as she glared at him, but her lips gradually tore in a smile when she heard the next words he said to me. ‘‘You don’t deserve freedom! That’s your punishment for having a child with another man five years ago!’’ And then he slammed the door close, almost hitting me in the face, which caused me to flinch and step backwards.

JESSIE's P O V

‘‘Woah! Slow down there, Jess…’’ Tina, my roommate said as she tried to snatch the glass of vodka away from my hand, but before her grabby hands slid it out of reach, I tossed it back. It was maybe my fifth or sixth shot? ‘‘I can’t believe Christian did that to you. I’m going to kill him!’’

My eyes watered as the hot liquid burned its way down my throat like the last four rounds did. Four? I don’t think so… I’ve lost count of how many shots I’ve actually taken since I came here.

I slammed the glass down onto the wooden table, and fanned myself as I let out a small sigh of relief as my throat grew accustomed to the change. Because Christian did not approve of my drinking, I was never given the opportunity to try it; hence, even a single glass of red wine is likely to render me unconscious.

I paid no attention to Tina's outburst, and the fact that she kept casting me sneaky glances made me feel a bit irritated. Worried glances, actually