Found Pregnant After Divorce Novels & Stories

The result came back sooner than I expected. And I realised this was not going to be just fine. I was pregnant. With the child of the husband I was to divorce in nine months. . . . _________________________________

She really was pregnant. It had only been a few months since Jessica divorced Chris. For five years she hadn’t been able to get pregnant, yet in just a couple of months, not only had their relationship changed, but she was now expecting. Judging from her expression, it seemed very hard for her to make a choice. No matter how much Jessica said she absolutely didn’t want this child, at that moment she truly loved Chris. How could she not love their child? That was why she didn’t know what to do.

With hallowed eyes, I flickered at the shelf which held the divorce papers, ones that I had seen, and I had hoped it wasn't for us even when the names on it burnt so bright that I was unable to think of anything else which would be possible. The realization that Ryan had wanted to let me go, wanted to get divorced drummed in me until I couldn't breathe, but I thought everything would change when he comes home tonight, and I hand the test report over to him. Let him know that I was finally pregnant with our child. My heart pulsed while I waited for him, sitting on the couch, the bed forgotten. I couldn't say when exactly he had kept getting withdrawn, but everything had changed barely a year

Anabel smiled. "Yeah, Give me a chance to proof how I love you. Please." "Okay, but there's something you need to know about me." "What is that?" He asked. "You can tell me anything." She looked down at their joined hands, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm pregnant. And I'm a divorced lady. My ex-husband and I separated a few months ago, and it's been really hard. Managing the company, dealing with the pregnancy, and trying to move on... it's been overwhelming."

“I am Elena Blackwood.” “I am Elena Moran.” “I stopped using Blackwood.” “I never married Adrian.” “I did.” “I divorced him.” Adrian blinked. Current Elena whispered: “Don't take it personally.” “Trying.” One older Elena: “I married someone else after he died.” Adrian muttered: “I dislike this meeting.” Another: “I never had children.” Another: “I had nine.” Lucas looked horrified. Another: “I rejected Genesis entirely.” Another: “I built it.” Another: “I destroyed it.” Another:

I sat beside as I stretched my shaky hand to clutch onto her pale ones. " Why would you want to leave me alone? You want me to be happy then just be strong till I can raise the money for your surgery." I glanced around the room, my mind racing with thought on the fastest means to save my mum. That's when my eyes landed on the brown envelope. I let out a frustrated sigh, it seems I might have to take this path. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I thought of the consequences of not signing the contract. But the thought of marrying Marcus and being trapped in a loveless marriage was equally terrifying.

There were no judgements in their eyes only a sort of pity. Priscilla could not understand how the conversation was recorded. She remembered having the talk with her father after Black Hound... She closed her eyes in despair, she had been played. She did not want to die. "Well played Martha...well played," Masters Randall said in resignation. *** Matteo waited in the hospital reception in anxiety. Diana had been taken in for an emergency surgery. She had just lost her pregnancy due to the torture she had suffered from Nicholas. It saddened Matteo the most when the doctor told him that she had been three months pregnant. This had happened while they were filing for divorce. If he had been a b

I couldn’t be bothered if she got hurt, not after she tried to hurt me first. I scoffed inwardly. Bold of her to think that she could manipulate me by using her pregnancy as an excuse. I mean it’d been almost three months since that day and she never thought of saying anything until I brought up the divorce. It made me wonder if I would have never found out about the child she was carrying if I never told her I was divorcing her.

I wouldn't look back, I wouldn't think about him, and I certainly would not go back to him. The sun had set, and we were preparing for takeoff. I looked out the window and gazed at the shining star. A few hours ago, I was so excited to make a feast and have a lovely night with my husband. But now, I was officially divorced, single, and on a flight to another foreign country. I took a deep breath. I never imagined in my wildest dreams that something this insane could happen to me on the night of my anniversary. The pilot’s calm and collected voice crackled over the intercom, announcing that we were preparing for takeoff. I felt nothing; no excitement, no fear, just a strange emptiness spreadi

He looked at the papers and said, "You're having triplets." My world stopped. Triplets? The word echoed in my mind, bringing back all the bad memories of Jeffrey. He had always wanted a baby and had been so cruel to me when I couldn't get pregnant. He called me names like "barren." Maralyn, my best friend, had even rubbed it in my face! But here I was, in a new country, being told I was pregnant with three babies! "Are you sure?" I asked, my voice trembling. "This can't be possible. I was told—"