Found Pregnant After Divorce Novels & Stories

I picked it up and slipped it into my handbag. I turned to leave, but my eyes fell on the chair where I had been sitting earlier. I remembered the doctor's question. Are you sure you want to go through with this? At the time, I hadn't been able to answer. I had spent years desperately wanting a child, only to finally become pregnant at the exact moment when my marriage had fallen apart. It felt cruel. Almost like life was mocking me. I placed my hand over my stomach again. “I don't know what I'm doing,” I whispered.

“It’ll all pass, Evie. Our lives will only get better from here.” She nodded with a smile. “That’s right. Those scumbags can wallow in their own regret, while we’ll live happily ever after!” Her parents were furious to find out about her divorce. It was a marriage of convenience, after all, and the two families were business partners. They could not break things up that easily. She did not want to hear their nagging at home, so both of us moved into the villa she had bought before her marriage. As we were cooped up on the couch watching a game show that night, Caleb called her. “Why did you take everything away?”

I snapped photos of our signed divorce agreement and my doctor's report, then posted them with a caption: “I finally moved on.” Those words vibrated through my nerves, releasing a tension I didn’t realize I’d been carrying. Marrying Richard had been the biggest mistake of my life. I should have invested my time in those who genuinely loved me, not in someone who never did. “How do I even start over with Harley? What do I tell my child?” I wasn’t motivated to return home. I needed to rest and figure out how to stand on my feet again. I wasn’t financially stable.

And when she leaned into my touch even slightly something inside me nearly snapped. The emotional restraint between us had become paper thin now. I could feel it. So could she. Then suddenly lightning flashed brightly outside the windows. And for one reckless second—Aria kissed me. Soft. Brief. Shaking. But real. Every thought inside my head disappeared instantly. My hand tightened lightly against her waist while instinct nearly pulled her closer. Then reality crashed back violently. Pregnant. Engaged. Adrian. Aria pulled away first. Horror crossed her face immediately afterward. “Oh my God.”

The first year I married Mark Ronaldo and he got out of coma, I did think that I would get pregnant for him. As a matter of fact, there were a truckload of fantasies in my head; Mark would wake up from coma, he would fall in love with me, we would have children together, and live happily ever after, but after the first year and there was no sex at all, just harshness and ingratitude, those fantasies began to fade away until I demanded for a divorce. And now, I was pregnant for the same man. With the anger and rage against Mark Ronaldo, I would have said that I wanted to get rid of it without hesitation. Carrying Mark’s baby wasn’t what I wanted at the moment, or even forever, and the doctor

All I wanted was for him to quickly sign the divorce agreement. However, while I was waiting to divorce him, I discovered that I was pregnant. I was an orphan, so my greatest wish since I was a child was to have a family of my own. That was why I took great care in preparing my body for conception after I married Zachary. Unfortunately, things didn't turn out as I had hoped. In the past three years, I had gone to the hospital countless times for medical checkups, taken all kinds of bitter herbs that claimed to increase fertility, and even went through all sorts of suffering in my bid to get pregnant. Still, I failed to conceive.

He answered immediately and asked, "Mia, what's the matter? Do you need money from me?" Mia was somewhat amused by his joke. She said, "Jason, I want to consult you about something." "Yeah, go ahead." "I have a friend who has been married to her husband for several years, and they recently agreed to get a divorce. However, she discovers that she's pregnant but doesn't want to reveal it to her husband's family. She wants to keep the child with her." "That's easy to deal with. After the divorce, she can raise the child by herself. The father has no right to the child's custody. Generally, the child stays with the mother."

Those who did not know the truth believed that Youlee was pregnant with Chad's child. Matilda's eyes reddened with anger. "No wonder he agreed to the divorce after I proposed it!" Matilda and Chad had been married for three years, but she had not gotten pregnant despite not using any contraceptives. Although she was busy most of the time, they still had marital relations. Matilda felt they might not have divorced if they had a child. When she realized Youlee was pregnant with Chad's child, she was devastated. It meant it was not Chad's problem but hers.

Not the one from the night we met—the carefree, laughing version of her—but the woman I saw last night, fierce and terrified and brave all at once. She’s pregnant. With my child. I rubbed a hand over my face and sat up in bed, the silk sheets suddenly suffocating. I’d dealt with oil mergers worth billions, negotiated with ruthless executives, and walked into meetings where a single slip-up could cost me everything. And yet none of it prepared me for this. This wasn’t a deal I could walk away from. I didn’t want to walk away from it. The thought surprised me. Even as I moved through the motions of my morning—coffee, shower, silence—I couldn’t shake the image of her hand subconsciously resting

“It’s not unusual. Did you know? Nearly 45% of couples are divorced in the United States. I’m sure you are not alone.” “That’s the thing,” Eloise exasperatedly said. “We’re not a normal divorced couple. We were never really together, either. We’re in this weird ambiguous relationship of being co-parents with some sexual tension!” “So you admit that the two of you have sexual tension?” Cadence asked with one eyebrow raised. “Oh, fuck off. That’s what you gathered from my statement?” “I’m just saying,” she chuckled. “I thought you wouldn’t fall for him anymore.”