What Are Signs He Doesn'T Know I'M Pregnant?

Elena Rossi is the invisible wife. By day, she’s a surgical assistant at the Caine-Vitale Medical Institute, working under the cold, clinical gaze of her husband, renowned cardiac surgeon Dr. Tristan Caine. By night, she’s bound by a contract marriage designed to save his reputation—a loveless arrangement with one lethal rule: No children. Ever. While Tristan yearns for Elena’s manipulative stepsister, Elena harbors a shattering secret. A failed contraceptive has left her carrying Tristan’s twins. In his world of steel and perfection, these babies are a violation of the contract that could cost Elena everything—her home, her career, and her heart. As Elena prepares to choose her children over a man who barely sees her, a high-risk pregnancy and a shadow from her past force a final reckoning. Can a heart made of ice melt before he loses the family he never knew he wanted?

“How long has this been going on?” Fatima’s voice is steady, almost too steady. Her husband of six years stands there without a hint of shame. “Does it matter, Fatima? Yes, Leslie is pregnant with my child, but nothing is going to change,” he says, annoyed that she dares question him. Her calmness makes him shift, though he refuses to show it. “How. Long?” She repeats slowly, keeping her voice low so she won’t wake their sleeping children. “Three years.” Fatima blinks. “You’ve been cheating on me for half our marriage… with your business partner?” “Lower your voice. Don’t make it sound bad. I’m a man – these things happen.” He even chuckles. “Leslie will be taken care of. You’ll stay the wife, and Leslie and I–” “Will get married,” she cuts in. He stares, thrown off, until she adds, “Top drawer in your office. Divorce papers. Sign them first thing tomorrow.” No tears. No raised voice. No trembling. Just calm finality, and that unsettles him more than anger ever could. “I’m not letting that happen. You’re my wife.” “Ex-wife,” she corrects softly. Before he can react, Fatima pushes her chair back and stands. She doesn’t storm off or slam anything. She simply picks up a magazine from the table and walks out with quiet, controlled steps, far too composed for a woman ending a six-year marriage. And that hits him harder than any shouting would have. No tears. No pleading. No hesitation. Nothing. It wounds his pride. He deserves tears. “Hold on,” he snaps, rising quickly from his seat.

“How Long Were You Going To Wait Before Telling Me?” He Demanded, His Voice Like Velvet Over Steel. She decided to try to bluff him out, then abruptly changed tack, choosing to attack him on his own terms. “I could ask you the same thing. How long were you going to wait before telling me you’d bought this building? I never stood a chance to buy out, did I?” “You would have known in good time, Blair. Now, it is not like you to be unwell, and I assume it can be due to only one thing. So, I will ask you again. How long were you going to wait before telling me you were pregnant?” “Until never!” “Wrong answer.” He covered the short distance between them in the blink of an eye. One arm curved around her back, holding her captive against his body. And darn it, her body responded instantly to his touch.

Damian began to notice that I had stopped telling him everything. When I bought new jewelries, I no longer asked for his opinion. When the Blackwood family's annual gala came around, I attended alone. When I needed surgery at the Blackwood family's private hospital, I arranged everything myself. No phone call. No message. Not even a note for him. When Damian eventually found out, he frowned. "Why didn't you tell me? Give me your file. I'll have someone make the arrangements." The answer came before I even had to think. "No. I've got it. I don't want to trouble you. Thank you." The words hung between us. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Because only two weeks earlier, I couldn't even choose which necklace to wear to a Family event without asking Damian. I'd text him over lunch. I'd call him just to ask when he'd be home. Every tiny decision in my life had revolved around Damian Blackwood. But now, I wouldn't tell him about my feelings when he was too busy listening to Clara, completely ignoring the fact that I was sick and needed him by my side. I wouldn't tell him I was pregnant. And soon, I wouldn't tell him I was leaving, either.

This story bothers on a young girl who starved get husband, for many months, disallowing him to have sex with her, because she had a baby through a C-section. She was determined to stay without sex, also because of the trauma of loosing her baby, but so much for avoiding sex, after few months, she discovers she is with child. How did she get pregnant? Her husband never touched her, and she has no memory of having sex with anyone. She encountered so many insults and suffering still the mystery was not unraveled. Find out, who is the baby daddy.

After her heart was shattered due to her lover's decision to marry the director's daughter at their workplace, Hayle, an obstetrician, is determined to win back her former lover by implanting Lucas's embryo into her womb.But disaster strikes when the seed is accidentally swapped, and Hayle must come to terms with the fact that she is pregnant with an unknown man's child. Amidst her dilemma of whether to continue her pregnancy or terminate it, Hayle must confront the mysterious man who claims to be the father of the baby she is carrying. Another issue is that the man is unhappy that she is pregnant with his child."Who are you?" Hayle's eyes darted around as she saw the figure of the man in front of her."If you dare to do anything to my baby inside your womb, you will know who I am!" The voice, like the wind in winter, left Hayle frozen in place. Her lips trembled uncontrollably. "Al-alright."