Forced Pregnancy By Husband Novels & Stories

He had visited the hospital about three days ago with his wife for a test to be carried out on both of them and as God would have it, he went alone to get the results because his wife's mom fell sick and she had to travel to look after her. It had just been confirmed that Faith's womb was damaged and she wouldn't be able to carry her own child. It was as a result of numerous abortions Clifford made her carry out in the past, with the excuse that he wasn't ready to share her with anyone. After five years of marriage, his parents and siblings began to ask if his wife was barren. So they decided to keep their next baby, but unfortunately, none ever came again no matter how hard they tried.

A violent cramp tore through my abdomen as I felt something warm and wet between my legs. As they rushed me into surgery, I heard the doctor's urgent voice. "Patient's miscarrying—where's her family? We're losing the baby!" I heard the nurse trying to reach Daniel over and over. When she finally got through, Daniel just snapped. "Can you stop calling me every five minutes? I'm working my ass off so she can afford the best prenatal care, aren't I?"

I never got pregnant. It frustrated my husband, and he didn’t hesitate to show it. I got hit, kicked, and spat on. I had heard every demeaning name a man could give to a lowly female. I took it all. But I didn’t stop making that herb potion, and I didn’t stop drinking it. Eventually, he grew tired of waiting and took in women as his mistresses. They came, one after the other. If, after a month, they could not get pregnant, they were cast out, and another one would come.

"He wouldn't be mine. Let me tell you. I checked four years ago. My sperm activity is very low. I can't have any children." "You checked it?" Since we got married, we hadn't had a child. Zackary and I were both stressed. Mallory stared at my stomach every day and forced me to drink all kinds of soup. Once I almost died from food poisoning. But Zackary never said that he had had his sperm checked. He knew it wasn't my problem, but he still let Mallory do this to me. He was lying when he said he loved me. I was completely disheartened.

"What a beautiful IVF baby that he create here." "I'm serious." "O~kay.. continue." "Then, there is my mom.. she's desperate want to have a child because she has been married to her husband for almost 5 years and there is no sign for her to get pregnant. So her husband had an affair with one woman and my mother knew about it. They arguing every day and then her husband said if she can't get pregnant within one year, he will divorce her." "Stupid man who thinks he's a god," Aaron commenting.

Instead, I looked up and swept my gaze across the crowd that had gathered around. “Let me ask everyone here a question.” My tone was calm, as if I were telling someone else’s story. “What if a woman pretended to be drunk, crawled into your husband’s bed, and drugged him to get herself pregnant? For four years, she kept stirring up trouble between you and your husband. “She even drops by your house and brings up your traumatic past to humiliate you. In the end, your husband misunderstood you because of her. You take a beating and suffer a miscarriage. After that, you lose the ability to ever have children again.

Then, I made sure the doors and windows were securely closed before turning back to Audrey. I softened my tone and said, "Audrey, the baby you're carrying… it's not Jerome's, is it?" Five years ago, Jerome had just graduated from college, broke and struggling. I had to plead with Dad for months before he finally agreed to let me marry him. But during our premarital health checks, Jerome was diagnosed with azoospermia. He would never be able to have children. I was fine with not having kids, but Dad was a traditionalist. If he had known, he would have stopped us from getting married. So, I had forged the medical report and told everyone I was the infertile one.

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.

" Awww, my beautiful blushing and angry wife... You are looking so good right now, almost edible and you know that I am a foodie. So it is ok I wanted to... " " You are so bad. " " But you love me. Don't you" " No, I was so emb...." I silenced her by kissing her hard. My beautiful wife... Thanks to our parents for tying us in a Coerced Wedlock.

Anger simmered under my skin as I stood abruptly, knocking back the rest of my whiskey, and slamming the glass back down on the desk I wanted to yell, to hit something, to put my fist through the wall, his desk, and him. Instead, I nodded “Okay then,” I said. Inside I was still boiling, the heat and pressure building. “Good,” my father said. “The contract for the engagement is in a few days” Marriages in the Mafia world were meant to build alliances And for the first time since walking into that mansion…I wondered who the real enemy was going to be. The Steeles;my father or the woman I was being forced to marry.