Forced Pregnancy By Husband の小説・ストーリー

"What awful fate has befallen our family? How could you get yourself knocked up before marriage? Who else is going to marry you if you don't marry Mitchell now?" I couldn't contain my anger anymore as I let out a mocking laugh. "I'll marry the baby's biological father! Who gave you the idea that Mitchell's the father of this baby anyway?" Mom immediately stopped crying, and Dad's furious glowering came to an abrupt halt. I continued, "It's impossible for Mitchell to get me pregnant since he suffers from impotence." Mitchell's expression immediately soured. He glared at me and yelled, "Have you lost your mind? How dare you accuse me of being impotent when you've never been intimate with me?"

I didn’t care if he cheated with ten women. During this period, I mourned by daughter alone, while the rest of them pretended Zaya had never existed in this family. The only time they got involved was during her burial and it was quick and practical, like he concluding a business deal rather than burying his five year old baby. Now, I was staring at the third pregnancy stick in my hand, reading the same thing the other two in the bathroom sink had. I placed a hand on my flat stomach, mixed emotions warring. I couldn’t carry another man’s child in this marriage, plus, William and his family would know what I’ve done and make life even more terrible for me.

“Your eggs are not being fertilised, ma'am.” Tom glanced at me and back at the doctor. “We have a daughter. She’s five,” he said. The Doctor sighed. “Well, things like this do happen over time; it could be hormones, stress or even age, but with proper treatments you should be pregnant in no time!” “Ca…can we see the results, Doctor?” I asked. “Sure, here it is.” He stretched it in our direction. I reached for it, but Tom beat me to it. The look on his face told me everything I needed to know.

What kind of role model was a woman who spent her mornings hunting for passwords in her partner’s sock drawer? The guilt of it sat heavy in her stomach. Years ago, when they were younger and both convinced they wanted a child-free life, she had pressured him into getting a vasectomy. He’d agreed then, but now that he was older and the Sterling legacy was weighing on him, she could see the regret in the quiet moments. He thought he was "broken" because of a choice she had pushed for. She shook the feeling off and sat down at the kitchen table, opening her laptop.

He doesn't display the same disgust he did in the first 4 months of our marriage yet he doesn't treat me any better either. He has put me on a 12 weekly depo injection to prevent me from getting pregnant, I must say I was hurt when he told me he doesn't want me to bear his child. I remember it was the day after I tried to escape. He woke me up and asked me to get ready before we departed to the same clinic I did before to get checked for any STIs. He had told the consultant to put me on the most effective method of contraception, without my consent. When told it was 99.9% effective, he wanted a method that would be 100%, he was told he could consider a vasectomy. The demon refused instantly

"Was Anthony physically abusive towards you? Did he hit you during your marriage" She didn’t give a verbal answer but she smiled in reply. What can she even tell him? Anthony only hit her but pushed and scratched her. In her previous life, he pushed her down the stairs. She becomes infertile. He got Chanel pregnant. There is so much to say but she does not have not enough words.

I have never been so scared of my life the way I am today, and it was all because my husband was so furious of me preventing him to make his advances on me. At this rate, if I still wouldn’t do anything about my situation, I understand that Justin would really go to much extend of forcing himself into me so that he could get what he wanted. I know my husband, for three long years of being together, this trait of him wasn’t new to me anymore. I was fully aware of what Justin was truly capable of. “Justin, I am sorry. It’s that, I feel like I am going to have my period now and—” I thought that reasoning would work out but I was wrong.

Her head felt like it was on fire, and the summer breeze didn't help her calm down at all. Until finally, she heard her husband let out another heavy sigh before saying, “You just need a man who has sperm to impregnate you, right? How about you find someone and let him impregnate you? After you get pregnant, you just ask the man to leave by giving him some money, and I will act as the father of your child after that. That's an easy solution, right?”

Dr. Lambert looked reluctant and adjusted his glasses. “Mr. Griffin, Ms. Johnson has a weak body and had a hard time getting pregnant. You both tried for almost three years before it finally happened. The chances of it happening again are… If she finds out that the baby she worked so hard to have was aborted on purpose, it will be a disaster.” The anesthesia was already making my body go numb. I wanted to move, but I could only lift one finger. Albert Griffin walked in and stroked my hand. He smiled gently before turning to Dr. Lambert.

He claimed his teacher was seriously ill, and he could not wait to go through the IVF with his junior, Rachel, all to fulfill his teacher’s dream of having three generations under one roof. It was absurd! He abandoned me, his wife, on our wedding night and completely disregarded the banquet we had planned six months in advance. Messed around with another woman, and even acting like it was perfectly normal to have a baby with her! I held onto hope for my parents' sake. If he realized his mistake in time, if he backed out of the IVF plan and rushed back overnight, perhaps there was still a chance for us. He did not. He did not bother giving any replies. So, when I finally saw him in a video ca