Novel & Cerita Betrayed By Husband, Divorced When Pregnant

Just then, Thomas video-called her. Jessamine hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether she should answer it. After marrying into the Holt family for three years, the only thing she felt guilty about was disappointing Thomas. Thomas had just discovered her pregnancy and was as happy as a child. He even hired a nutritionist and asked Joe to deliver supplements several times a day. He protected her and cherished her as one of his own. But now, she had to hide her and Thaddeus' divorce from him.

“Umm, there’s something I have to tell you, Alice. It’s about your mom. I hope you can listen carefully and let me or your grandma explain it to you. Are you ready?” Alice looked at Mom, who nodded while holding her hand. “I am ready.” “Okay. Your mom and I are getting a divorce because she betrayed the trust I placed in her. I don’t know when she started having an affair with several men, but I investigated and saw her actions with my own eyes. Betrayal is something I cannot tolerate. In fact, even now she is with those men. I know this all sounds disgusting to you. But this is the reality. You will soon grow into an adult woman, and you may encounter things like this someday. And I don’t w

My stomach twists—not just from the pregnancy but from the stress I’m going through with having to hide everything. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself before stepping back out into the hall. Carlos is standing there, waiting. His arms are crossed and his piercing blue eyes are locked onto me the second I emerge. “You don’t need to do this,” I say “You don’t need to worry about me anymore.” His jaw clenches, and a muscle in his cheek twitches. “As your husband, it’s my responsibility to take care of you.” I let out a bitter laugh. “Husband?” I echo, shaking my head. “Carlos, we’re in the middle of a divorce. You don’t need to pretend anymore. It’s over.”

I had no idea what I wanted to think about, and his sudden feelings scared me a lot. I had been in love with him from the moment I met him, and then things happened. I got taken advantage of. I ran away. I got pregnant. I made a best friend who helped raise my kids and turned out to be a psychopath. Zayden forced me into a marriage with him. Edda tried to sabotage us. The pain. The tears. The torture. The Heartbreak. Every single thing that had happened to me while I was with him made their way back to the forefront of my mind. But then I also remembered how he made a public announcement about everything that happened. How he apologised in front of everybody. How he made my kids loved. How h

The cruel words I’d thrown at her—words I thought I’d buried—surfaced, each one sharper than the last. I’d accused her of betraying me, of lying, of things she could never have done. She was pregnant and alone, in a new country, still trying to rebuild her life after our divorce. And I’d left her to face it all without even a second thought. My chest tightened as I remembered her face back then—the hurt, the disbelief, the resolve she mustered to keep herself standing as I tore her down. Back then, I was so certain that I was right. So certain there was someone else, and she was carrying a child that wasn’t mine. But now? Now, all I could see was how I had failed her, abandoned her when she

I rested a hand on my now flat stomach and whispered, "I'm sorry, baby." A bitter smile tugged at my lips as tears streamed down, burning and relentless. There had once been a life inside me. … My husband, Rowan Caldwell, had abandoned me for Veronica Whitmore. He had left me alone on the highway in the pouring rain, heedless of my safety or that of our unborn child. So, I unlocked my phone and sent Rowan a message. I wanted a divorce.

“Marital trauma can be devastating. Tell me about your experience with Amanda.” Instantly, images of the past came back to haunt my mind. “Amanda… she was the woman of my dreams. The moment she signaled marriage, I immediately made it happen in hopes of having a beautiful life with her. However, everything changed when I found out that she was having an affair with her client. In fact, for four years of our marriage, I lived a lie. And when we finally divorced, she gave me the news that she was pregnant with my child. It was… I can't describe it. The person I loved betrayed me and laughed at my foolishness.” I felt my eyes moisten as I recalled the wounds that lingered, even though so much t

So I better keep that in secret. “She is barren because of the abortion she did several years back. And today her husband found out, about the abortion. And now her marriage is over because the husband wants divorce. So she thinks I am the one who informed her husband about the abortion. But I was not the one who informed her husband. I have never met her husband before." I say. "Ooh. It's ok darling. I believe you, my love. I feel sorry for her. She must be so devastated right now.” My husband says.

She was once married. To a man named James. A man who had everything and still chose to betray her. The divorce had been quiet, but the scars were loud. Adrian sat back slowly, his chest rising with an unfamiliar ache. He had expected the usual: a breakup, maybe differences in personality, or a career-based separation. But this… betrayal, abandonment, and a pregnancy borne of it—that hit differently. He read the summary again. “Subject Rita N. was married to James T., a businessman known for murky deals. Divorce finalized a few months ago. Primary cause: infidelity and emotional neglect. She has since relocated, expecting her first child. No recorded new romantic affiliations.”

I became a ghost in my own marriage, a man more in love with the idea of success than with the woman who waited for me at home. The betrayal, when it happened finally, felt like a justification. A convenient excuse. I hadn’t driven her away but rather, she had chosen to leave. She had chosen to throw us away. I had gradually lost the spark with her, and her infidelity was the final thing I needed to shut myself off completely. The baby she was carrying wasn’t mine and that seemed like the ultimate act of cruelty. I had used it as a weapon, a reason to turn my back on her forever. But the truth was, I was the one who had abandoned her. The one who had walked away first.