Betrayed By Husband, Divorced When Pregnant Novels & Stories

She was seated next to him as a lost soul. She kept gazing at him, but her eyes were dry and cold. She held his hand and wanted to cry her heart out, but she wasn't able to do that. It was a tremendous trauma for her. All she lost was the love of her life. She was traumatized and, at the end of two months, she discovered that she was pregnant with her husband. She didn't want to bring the monster kid into the world, but she didn't want to kill an innocent soul. The cops eventually caught her husband and she got a lawful divorce from him with the help of the court. After six months, she discovered she was going to have a baby girl.

Anot her hit. "You are pregnant," he muttered in disbelief. "And yet you planned to divorce me. Were you planning to tell me about it?" he could not help but ask, looking at his trembling wife. Her silence provided the answer he was not ready to hear. He stumbled back at the revelation and closed his eyes as he held the report tightly in the palm of his hand. Anot her betrayal. First, her mother played with her emotion for her selfish whims, and now Allora. Why could not she see that I was trying to get her back? He screamed inside.

"And, the husband?" "We are not married anymore. He divorced me, after five years of loveless marriage. I loved him, but he was still stuck on her. I wanted his money, to have his heir so bad so I can have a lifetime share of his wealth, but he couldn't even get me pregnant. We were both tested, and everything was perfect. So I took matters into my own hands and got pregnant by my boyfriend." I didn't think I could get even more shocked than I already was, but I still kept a straight face. "You had a boyfriend while still being married to the man you took from your best friend?" My tone was not a question. It was a statement.

“There’s nothing complicated about betrayal. You just didn’t tell me. Was it because you hate me? Was I that disposable?” “That’s not fair—” I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. “Fair? Do you want to know what isn’t fair? I was lying in a hospital bed, broken and bleeding. I lost our child, after being beaten within an inch of my life—and he came to me with divorce papers. My husband. The man who promised he’d protect me.” My voice cracked. “He wasn’t there. Not once. Neither were you. I kept lying to myself, telling myself he’d come back, that he still loved me… but he never did.”

"Support us? Daniel, you're the one who begged me to quit my job and focus on this pregnancy. Cut the act. Business trip? More like a booty call." Maybe my expression looked too broken, because Daniel backed off slightly. "I just needed that money for an investment opportunity. How was I supposed to know you'd lose the baby today? Besides, that investment just got me promoted to regional manager. We're finally going to be comfortable." I let out a bitter laugh as he pulled out his phone, pretending he was about to pay the hospital bill—only to see that it had already been paid. “My friend covered it,” I said flatly, too exhausted to even look at him.

He loved me. We made an oath. We got married, promising each other to remain loyal till death do us part. Why did he choose to do this? Why did he choose to betray me like this? It was supposed to be good news. My hands clutched my stomach. I was still contemplating on how to inform my husband about my pregnancy but his mistress was one step ahead of me. Slowly, I retracted my steps as light as I could away from the study room. If someone should ask me what my next action would be, confusion has sealed off my throat.

I went to his side and sat quietly. “You must be surprised,” I said quietly. “We were drunk that time. Then told me that something happened between us. The next thing I knew, she showed me the pregnancy results.” “Jett-Jett was born ahead of Liam,” I stated. “Yeah. While we were still married. When I found out about it earlier, I already planned on how to divorce you, Pumpkin. I don't deserve anyone like you. I betrayed you and your family. I no longer have the face to stare at you every day. That's why I decided to end our marriage.”

From now on, for my son's sake, I would face this world as it was. ... On the day of the divorce, Mark refused to sign the papers. "Honey, I've already called the cops. The hospital has surveillance footage. There's enough evidence. Lily is suspected of attempted murder. "She tricked me. Those bad people from before in the alley—they were all hired by her. She was trying to manipulate me into sympathy. I can't believe I was so blind. "But Lily's behind bars now. She won't be a threat to you and our son anymore. Don't worry. I'll be a good husband, a good father. Can we please..."

Without her consent, he had arranged for her to marry a man named Harry Anderson—a ruthless, paralyzed millionaire who had agreed to clear his debts in exchange for her hand in marriage. As if her father’s betrayal wasn’t enough, the man she had loved and trusted had also stabbed her in the back—with her own sister, no less. And now, here she was. Standing in front of the massive mansion that would be her new home. Beside a man who didn’t even want her there. “Stop standing there.” Arabella snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Harry. He had already entered the house without waiting for her—his newly wedded wife. She let out a quiet sigh, watching as his wheelchair rolled further inside.

My hands clenched the divorce papers still sitting on the coffee table, the ink mocking me. You were never his choice, Eva. That cruel, insidious thought wrapped around me like a noose, tightening with every passing second. My hands shook as I flipped through the pages, the cold legal terms smudging beneath my damp fingers. He had everything arranged—a clean, effortless exit. He had been planning this. For how long? Weeks? Months? Years? A hollow laugh bubbled up my throat. Had I really been so blind? I held the papers to my chest, my nails scraping the thick pack. He was gone. My husband. My best friend. The man I had sacrificed everything for.