Betrayed By Husband, Divorced When Pregnant นิยาย & เรื่องราว

When the ninety-ninth specialist firmly told me I could never conceive, my husband did not hesitate to abandon me, storming off in anger. I chased him to his office, only to hear rhythmic and intimate sounds from inside. “Emily, have my child. Be my wife, will you?” The hand I had raised to knock fell limply at my side, powerless, as his words echoed in my ears. When I returned home, I took down all our wedding photos and noticed my husband’s long-unused diary.

But instead, she was agreeing with him? “I’m glad you also think we should handle this rationally, darling. For a moment, I thought—” “Rationally?” Mabel snapped, cutting him off mid-sentence. Her composed facade shattered in an instant, fury twisting her features. “Don’t be ridiculous, Dominic.” Her voice was sharp, seething. “Our daughter-in-law is pregnant with her ex-boyfriend’s child, and that bastard actually expects her to give birth to it? We passed being rational a long time ago.”

She questioned, and I laughed, but it was a bittered one. "My husband? Oh, save me all that bullshit, Ivy," I rolled my eyes. "If my so-called husband could go behind my back and lay with another woman out of desperation for a child, then I can do the same to keep my baby that's nurturing in my womb." I snapped, folding my hands over my chest. I looked away, my heart aching. "Besides, we're already divorced. He divorced me right after bringing in his new mistress who turned out to be months pregnant for him. He wouldn't care if I lived or died because I was and have been only convenient to him."

Elara felt a lump form in her throat, the kindness in his tone was breaking her heart. “I just didn’t want it to change anything. I didn’t want people to look at me with pity thinking that I'm alone with my child while divorcing the same husband for whom I had left my family and whole business behind.” “Hey, hey, Shush... You aren’t a complication! Don't you dare say that again.” Christian countered back firmly. He squeezed hand gently as if reassuring her. “And nothing has changed for you. You are still the same old Elara for me. You'll always be. You left in the end because you loved him. It's him who didn't deserve you. And If anything has changed, it just means I’ve got one more person t

But what did he do? He betrayed her. They were poor from the start. They built their life together and set up a company after a lot of hard worker. They eventually defeated poverty and lived a good life with their beautiful daughter. Then came Sylivia. In fact he didn't know why, when he bedded her. All he remember is her telling him that they have a child together who is also one year old at that time. This was the final blow for Mary to ask for a divorce.

"What does a billionaire need from a pregnant divorcée?" His jaw tightened. For the first time, I saw something raw in his expression. "Someone who understands what it's like when the person you trust destroys you." The words hung between us. "You've been betrayed," I said softly. "By someone I was supposed to marry. Multiple affairs." He looked away. "Seemed easier to throw myself into work than deal with it. But then I saw you up there, pregnant and fearless, burning your life down because you refused to be a victim." He turned back to me. "I respected it."

The expecting mother was thrown out of her home! A video showed Tiffany crying in front of the camera. In the video, she wore a maternity dress. Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were red and swollen. One hand supported her belly while the other wiped away her tears. Her pitiful appearance made it seem as though she had suffered unimaginable injustice. “Harry and I’ve been married for fifteen years! We always had a great relationship. We agreed to be child-free, but then I got pregnant by accident. Then, he changed.”

"Jace! Man, it'd good to see you. How are you? Where have you been? You just disappeared off the face of the earth. I've missed you. There were times when I needed good advice and a sounding board." We got a table and talked for an hour. She was divorced, her husband had cheated on her and she caught him. "Apparently he wasn't as rigid over color lines as I was. A skinny little blonde with the figure of a twelve year old boy. I caught him, he promised it was over, we went to counseling. I was just abut sure we were over it when she rolled up pregnant. I never saw him again after that, he didn't even show up at the final decree."

Victor's mind snapped into focus, his vision and hearing sharpening instantly. He frowned, staring at Gloria in disbelief. "Yes," she said venomously, forcing herself to appear confident and unyielding, not the desperate wife he always dismissed. "I won't repeat myself again. I want a divorce." Victor had cheated on her and stopped having sex with her since she was six months pregnant. He complained that she had gotten fat and had stretch marks all over her stomach. Gloria clung to that betrayal to steel her resolve. She wasn't the one at fault.