Betrayed By Husband, Divorced When Pregnant Novels & Stories

His mistress. And when, I showed the photo to him, expecting a logical explaination, he didn’t show any course of remorse. He coldly threw a divorce document on my face and when I told him about my two weeks pregnancy, my own husband looked me in the eye and said, ‘Get rid of it!’ The pain I felt at that moment is unexplainable. It was as if my whole world crashed. “I specially made it with the recipe you gave me.” Mari-gold continues to flirt with my husband, giggling like a slut. Indirectly rubbing it on my face that she and Carlton had become so close again to be sharing recipe.

She smiled sarcastically, "Trust me, that is me saying it so nicely. During the time we were married, he was schooling and I was the breadwinner. I did so many odd jobs trying to keep our family together. And when I got pregnant, I couldn't work as much, and that's when he began to cheat on me. Maybe he was cheating a long time before then but was good at hiding it. Eventually, he didn't bother hiding it anymore. He would stay away from home for days, and as my pregnancy progressed, he became completely invisible. I would see him once a month or once every two weeks, and if I made an issue out of it, he would complain and say that I wasn't bringing in any money, yet I was the one complaining

“I see there is no repairing this marriage. Yet you stand there so casually. You haven't asked about our baby once. I don’t even recognize the person in front of me anymore. The little warmth I once felt for you has faded into nothing, replaced by this coldness you’re showing me. Do you really think I can just pretend everything’s normal? It’s infuriating! What do you think I am? A fool?" I felt the weight of his betrayal so heavy on my chest, choking any hope I had of returning to the life we used to share. I saw no guilt or sorrow in this man's eyes. He really thought I would just brush everything aside to be next to him, no matter what. "You expect me to stay here, keeping the house and t

They had suffered due to the Hurt's scheming as much as I had suffered, after all. "As you may all know by now, I was married before. And before that nasty divorce, I was pregnant. Things weren't great back then, but I had decided to keep it. I was very excited to become a mother. But Andrian and his mother? After he found his real family, he couldn't be bothered by me or by my baby. Apart from divorcing me, he wanted to get rid of me and my baby. And while I survived, my unborn baby back then wasn't so lucky." I whispered, a bitter lump settling in my throat when I thought about those dark times.

his usual coldness was back, and it lingered in the air as well as his fingers on my neck, “You’re going to sign the divorce papers peacefully and leave.” I cried. This was the height of all betrayal. How could my husband divorce me out of the blue just because of an ex-lover that suddenly returned? “Sage…” “Three months,” he cut through my whisper, slowly retreating, “You have three months until we go our separate ways.” That was it. Three months. I had three months until my marriage was finally dissolved. I didn’t find the need to tell him about the pregnancy. He didn’t deserve to know. I was going to raise my baby… alone.

“I’ve heard enough of your excuses! It’s always the same. You say you were trapped, you say it wasn’t intentional, you say I should believe you. But every time, all I see is you with another woman!” Deviana stopped in front of the exit door, her whole body shaking with rage and heartbreak. Adrian stood a few steps behind, his face etched with guilt. “Dev, I swear, I never betrayed you. Leviana… she manipulated me. I was caught in a situation that—” “—is always the same?!” Deviana cut him off bitterly. “Why is it you’re always caught in these situations? If you really wanted to protect me, you would never let it happen in the first place!”

My husband betrayed me and married my sister and not just that my parents were on it too. I had been betrayed and ruined by the same people I trusted and called my family

I pulled Henderson’s report toward me and studied the dates again. The first traceable purchase was fourteen months ago. My hand went still on the paper. The divorce had been finalized fifteen months ago. My chest tightened with a feeling I couldn’t name — shock, disbelief, something sharper. It couldn’t be. She had left with what I gave her. She had been pregnant and alone in a foreign country. She was building something new with Nathan — Reeves had confirmed it. I stood up from the desk and walked to the window. I pressed my palm against the cold glass, the same way I had stood at windows since the day she left.

Her eyes filled. “What if the baby was conceived before the divorce papers were finalized?” His jaw flexed. “That’s impossible.” “Is it?” He went quiet. Counting. Replaying dates. Arguments. Distance. Silences. The night everything changed. The night he thought he’d pushed her away for good. The night he’d gone back. Unplanned. Unprotected. His breath slowed. “Amara…” She looked at him, heart pounding. “What if the baby is legally tied to before the divorce?”

He didn’t push her away, didn’t try to clean the spot like he’d do if I were the one who dared to hug him. “She didn’t agree?” She asked, acting all pitiful, her glance fleeting in my direction. I spotted the brief look of triumph that crossed her eyes, and it dawned on me. She knew about our secret marriage, knew about my relationship with Tristan, and she was rubbing it on my face. I cleared my throat, making sure my voice was clear enough. “Tristan, let’s get a divorce.”