Betrayed By Husband, Divorced When Pregnant Novels & Stories

My world. I am pregnant. Just previously, I was Adrian's loved wife. Now, I was nothing. I'm divorced, humiliated, forced to flee my home, alone and carrying his child. My chest tightened as the memory of the ballroom replayed in my mind. I couldn't forget the scene, the way Adrian turned my expectations into a fucking nightmare. The look on Avery's face, the way he had wrapped his hand around her waist and kissed her. I couldn't forget the way he embarrassed and let me down.

The first time my husband, Samuel Copeland, cheated on me, he claimed that it was a misunderstanding. The second time he cheated, they became pregnant. The third time it happened, they were already a happy family of three. The husband who was perfect in the public's eyes betrayed me again and again, which led to my death in a car accident in the end. When I got a second chance at life, I decided to let go and let them be happy. … "Ms. Winters, I have the examination results. You are six weeks pregnant. Congratulations. Your baby is very healthy."

Years of breeding and dignity had been insulted by her lies. "Please! I can explain! The timing was confusing, I thought—" "You thought nothing," Margaret Thornton had cut her off. "You calculated. You schemed. You tried to pass off another man's bastard as our grandson." The divorce papers were already drawn up. Emily's prenup ensured she'd leave with nothing but the clothes on her back and the baby in her arms. Now she stood outside the Mitchell family villa, her designer gown wrinkled, her makeup streaked with tears. The baby's cries echoed in the evening air as she fumbled with her keys.

Tears welled up instantly as her hand subconsciously drifted to her belly. Over the years, she had been called many things—*barren* always topping the list. Who could she blame but herself? She was the only one who knew that her husband always wore protection whenever they were together. He had claimed he wanted to be financially stable before trying for a child, and she had believed him. Trusted him. So she swallowed the insults, ignored the malice, and endured the ridicule in silence. How pathetic she must have looked to Kennedy back then. How gullible.

“Or are you just lonely enough to ruin my life twice?” I exhaled slowly. “I wish I could let you hate me.” She tilted her head. “It would make this easier.” And shrugged. “Then do it,” she said. “Let me hate you more than I already do.” The air between us gree heavy, crowded with feelings and guilt. I could tell her the truth. That I haven’t slept a single night in three years without seeing her face in my dreams, behind my eyelids. That every word in that scandal report was written to destroy her… so my family could survive.

My work badge, my access card, and even my personal mobile phone were all confiscated. If they were able to find even the slightest evidence, I would be grounded for life. I didn't know how I walked out of the company office building. I went home feeling dazed. When I opened the door, what I saw was just an empty apartment. There was a file on the empty table. It was a divorce agreement. I opened it with trembling hands. The agreement was pretty clear. My wife wanted to divorce me, and I was to leave with nothing. The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family.

Staring at the heavy oak wood, the ugly truth of my own actions washed over me. If I opened this door, Merrick won the war. Searching my husband’s private sanctuary meant I was projecting my ex-husband’s villainy onto the one man who had actually proven his devotion. It meant I was letting the man who drowned me dictate how I viewed the man who saved me. Trust was not a conditional contract, reliant on snooping through hard drives in the dead of night. Trust required a leap of faith. Drawing a ragged, painful breath, I curled my fingers into a tight fist and pulled my hand back.

There was nothing to hide. “My husband divorced me, rejected me, and threw me away from the pack house after I caught him sleeping with the lady he called his cousin. He said I was barren, he threw me out because I didn’t give him a child.” I cried so hard. Now I have a child he would accept me. “I love him so much and now I have his children. I should go back to him. I should tell him that we are having babies soon. He will accept me.” I wanted to climb down from the bed but she pulled me to sit back down.

She said, "Before I got married to my husband, there were several ladies who wanted him as a husband. He was loved by many, but I was the lucky one he chose. Many were jealous of me and did lot of things for us to separate but let me say, we are inseparable. Our love grew stronger as the day goes by. After we got married, I was unable to conceive. I became restless. My husband and I went to several hospitals seeking for medical solutions but all to no avail. I saw my world crumbling before my very eyes. I cried everyday. My husband stood by my side. He told me how much he loves me. He said that he will never leave me and he kept his promise. One day, I overheard him discussing with his moth

“She is pregnant with my husband’s child! She slept with my husband!” June was hysterical. Only now did the fullness of what had happened become clearer and more real to her. April had stolen her husband and given him a child she couldn’t produce. She had bested her, stolen her life, her mother’s love, and now, her husband. “Oh, stop shouting, June!” her mother reprimanded her, and it felt like a slap to the face. “You were unable to give your husband a child.” A brief pause. “Didn’t you say he divorced you? So technically, he isn’t your husband anymore.”