Three Years Behind Bars The Billionaire's Surrogate Secret

Their mother wasn't a bad woman.

My palm touched the glass, and I jolted awake.

Everything was different now. Everything had changed.

The Farley family would never allow their heir to have a wife with a tarnished reputation, nor would they allow Colton and Willa to have a mother who'd been to prison.

Back in my cell, the same familiar torment awaited me.

This time, I didn't fight it. I even found a kind of illusion in the pain—proof that I was still alive.

One more day. One more day and I could leave.

On the third day, I was called to the visiting room again.

My footsteps dragged through the corridor, heavy as lead.

Hadn't Hudson said he wouldn't come to see me anymore?

Why had he changed his mind?

As I rounded the corner, a shrill female voice cut through the air.

"Hudson, you've been running to this prison every single day. What exactly is that supposed to mean?"

My whole body went rigid. It was Aria.

"Don't tell me you've actually fallen for that backwoods nobody."

Her voice dripped with mockery, laced with a towering arrogance.

"If it weren't for the fact that I can't have children, do you really think I would've allowed Thelma to carry yours?"

"After all, everyone knows those children are set to inherit the Farley-Fox alliance."

I stopped walking. I pressed my back against the wall and waited for Hudson's response.

A long silence passed before the man's voice finally came, heavy with exhaustion.

"Aria, ten years ago, you were the one who chose Thelma. You engineered the whole thing—made her fall in love with me."

"I just—"

"Just what? Just felt sorry for her, so you fell in love with her?"

"Hudson, did you ever tell Thelma that the babies she carried for ten months were ours? Yours and mine?"

What did Aria mean?

I stood frozen in place. My mind went blank.

"She probably still doesn't know, does she? She was nothing more than a vessel for the pregnancy."

"Keeping it from her this long—that doesn't seem like your style."

So that was it. That was the truth all along.

My fists clenched so hard my nails broke the skin of my palms, and blood seeped between my fingers.

Hudson. Ten years of love—a lie. The children—a lie.

What between us had ever been real?

"Once Thelma is released, I'll send her abroad. Don't worry. She won't come back."

Hudson's calm voice reached my ears, and the irony of it was searing.

"You'd really let her go? She's been by your side for ten years."

But I never heard his answer. Not that time.

A guard appeared and escorted me to the visiting room.

Aria sat there in a custom-tailored dress, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. A diamond ring glittered on her finger.

She noticed where my eyes had landed and smiled. "Colton has such a gift for drawing. This morning he insisted on painting a ring for me. He said I'm his mom, and no one can ever take me away from him."

I said nothing. My gaze drifted to some empty point in the distance, thoughts dissolving into static.

The children weren't mine.

They had always been Aria's and Hudson's.

The truth hit me like a sledgehammer to the chest.

Without thinking, my hand moved to my stomach—the place where two small lives had once grown.

But they had nothing to do with me.

How absurd.

I laughed until tears streamed down my face.

"Miss Fox, did you come here just to flaunt all of this?"

My hatred for Hudson and Aria reached its peak in that moment.

I hated them for how easily they had made me their puppet.

I hated them for choosing me.

Aria's lips curled into a contemptuous smirk. "You heard everything just now, didn't you? My conversation with Hudson?"

When I gave no reaction, she continued without missing a beat.

"Honestly, I find the whole thing rather poetic. I'm the one who hand-delivered you to Hudson's side. I figured you were clean enough, simple enough—the kind of girl who'd never make waves."

"I have to admit, I never expected you to stay by his side for a whole decade."

"Do you know what Hudson said to me a few days ago? He said he wanted the children to call you their godmother."

Aria's brow furrowed tight, something uncontrolled flickering behind her eyes.

I listened without expression, finding her words almost laughable.

What was she trying to say—that Hudson had fallen for me?

"So today, I'm here to see you out of this world."

Aria flicked her wrist, and two dark figures appeared behind me.

"You made enemies in prison, got tangled up with the wrong people, and died behind bars as payback." She tilted her head. "How's that for a script?"

I tried to struggle, but I was no match for two grown men.

A needle slid into my skin, and dizziness flooded my brain.

I could feel myself being carried out of the prison, then tossed onto the dirt of some abandoned construction site, far from anyone who'd hear me.

Someone was digging a hole. They meant to bury the evidence.

Then, out of nowhere, blinding headlights swept across the dark lot.

A black Hummer screeched around a corner and skidded to a stop right in front of me.

"Thelma! Thelma!"

Footsteps rushed toward me.

"Don't worry. Those men—I've already taken care of them."

"Everything Hudson and Aria did to you will be exposed the moment you're out of the country."

I looked up at a face I hadn't seen in ten years, and let my eyes fall shut in relief.