Forced Pregnancy By Husband Novels & Stories

After receiving countless ovulation injections and trying numerous folk remedies, I finally became pregnant with my husband's child. This was the fruit of our love. My husband and I eagerly anticipated the birth of our baby, a treasure we had waited three years to finally get. My husband often laid on my belly and listened to the baby's movements. He would also ask about what name we should name our child once they were born. However, today, he said he was going to take me for a prenatal checkup. Confused and unaware, I was deceived into getting on the operation table.

My legs were frozen to the spot as I stared at him in disbelief. He was actually threatening my grandfather's life! Grandpa was my only family—how could I let anything happen to him? Seeing no way to reason with him, I grew even more desperate, my voice choked with emotion. "Steven Landers, I'm carrying your child! I'm eight months pregnant! That drop tower could make me miscarry or trigger my heart condition. Are you really going to force me to take that risk?"

"You're trying to end the Walker family line!" When I first married Troy, he never used protection, saying he wanted us to be completely one. I threw dozens of boxes of birth control pills in front of him, telling him I'd take one every time he touched me - I refused to have a child with his genetic condition. Worried about the drugs harming my health, he got a vasectomy instead. The elderly women were outraged - to them, nothing was more important than family legacy. "She's pure evil - making her husband sterile and now trying to pass off another man's child as his!"

“You’re right. Once she’s married into that family, all our problems will be solved. Not only will your father reap the benefits of being connected to them, but I’ll get the satisfaction of knowing that this pathetic excuse of a woman is tied to someone she truly deserves—an ugly, disabled man on the verge of losing everything.” Sophia giggled, covering her mouth as if savoring the thought. “I know, right? She doesn’t even realize what she’s walking into. Once she figures it out, it’ll be too late—she’ll be stuck with that good-for-nothing loser forever. I can’t wait to see her face when the truth finally hits her. It’s going to be absolutely priceless.”

At seven months pregnant, Charlotte Norman went in for a prenatal checkup and was told she needed her husband’s signature. That was when she discovered Bruce Ford had been living a double life all along. He had another family. And the woman at the center of that family was none other than Charlotte’s own older sister, Xena Norman. Even worse, the little girl Charlotte thought was her niece was actually Bruce’s illegitimate daughter. But the cruelest truth of all was about the baby in her own womb. Bruce had arranged for another man to get Charlotte pregnant, all to prove his loyalty to Xena. Her husband had betrayed her. Her parents had always favored her sister. Her in-laws had spent

Damian’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his gray eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but I held up a hand, refusing to let him speak. "I caught my husband cheating on me less than twenty-four hours ago," I said, my voice trembling as the weight of the past day crashed over me. "The man I was married to for three years was planning to divorce me months ago, and I completely had no idea. I haven't even begun to process that betrayal, and you're asking me to throw myself into another relationship?"

I was seven weeks pregnant and newly married then but I saw something in him, something exciting. He knew I married his brother because of the pregnancy. I was trying to reach out for a cereal on the cupboard. He helped me and pressed me against the kitchen counter. He whispered filthy words into my ear and that was it. He kissed me and fucked me right there. That was three years ago. What had started in that kitchen had never stopped. Not through the pregnancy, not through the birth, not through the slow grinding reality of a marriage built on obligation and a husband who climbed on top of me twice a week .

"Anniston, why are you doing this to yourself? Darwin may not be your flesh and blood, but you're the one who brought him into this world. If you'd just step up and be the mother you're supposed to be, you could've lived the rest of your life in luxury, with no worries. Isn't that a good life?" "Me, causing trouble?" Anniston's eyes, bloodshot with fury, latched onto her husband. "I could have had my own children! It was that conniving old hag who planted someone else's embryo inside of me. Tricked me into thinking I was pregnant with my own kid, and by the time I realized, it was too late for IVF! The Solomons have stolen my chance at motherhood. How can I not loathe you, wishing your entir

"Wendy, come home with me! I've already found a doctor for you! He'll give your head a good check-up!" My wrist throbbed from his grip. I could hardly believe this was the same Steve who had once sworn he would love me forever. "Scumbag Daddy, let Mommy go! I won't let you hurt her anymore!" the child in my womb angrily cried out. A sudden, sharp pain shot through my belly. My legs gave way, and my body fell back uncontrollably. My head hit the metal frame of the bed with a heavy thud. My vision briefly went black, and I instinctively protected my belly.

Hiding in the restroom, she lowered her voice and said to the camera, “Guys, I ran into that crazy woman again. And get this, she’s married, but she’s sneaking around with another man behind her husband’s back.” The livestream instantly flooded with tens of thousands of viewers. The numbers kept climbing. I even lifted a finger and paid to boost her traffic, pushing her straight onto the trending page. Her fans were thrilled. “That’s disgusting. You ran into that psycho again? Is that woman stalking you?” “She’s cheating on her husband? Her man must not be enough for her.” Eugene was watching the livestream too, and the second he saw that comment, his expression darkened. “Honey, they’re rea