His Infertile Wife Novel Novels & Stories

Her pulse quickened. The message preview contained only three words. "I miss you." Below it was a red heart emoji. Patricia stared. Her breathing slowed. Then stopped. Another message appeared. "When will you tell your wife the truth?" The room suddenly felt colder. Much colder. Outside, thunder rumbled across the Nakuru sky. And for the first time in her marriage, Patricia Sewe felt something crack deep inside her heart. Something that would never be repaired.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Her hand was on his arm, her face tilted up toward his. They weren't touching inappropriately, but the intimacy in their posture made my chest tight. I turned away before they could see me and walked back inside on with my legs shaking. "Isn't that Jason Hartley's wife?" someone whispered behind me. "Poor thing. Everyone knows he never got over Isabelle Brown." "I heard he only married her because his family pressured him to move on." "She must know she's just a replacement." I kept walking, head high, dying inside.

“Ray, apologize to Dale right now. If you do, I’ll keep you around for old time’s sake.” During our seven-year marriage, we had no children. The problem wasn’t me, but Krystal—her underdeveloped ovaries made it impossible for her to conceive. I kept the truth from Krystal to protect her pride, taking the fall for our childlessness. Alas, my commitment to her was thrown back in my face. Locking my gaze onto her, I hissed through gritted teeth, “Krystal, the problem lies with you. You’re infertile from defective follicle development.”

“You’re married, right?” She nodded, not wanting to elaborate more details. It was embarrassing enough that her own husband was shutting her down in her face. She doesn't need more rejection or pity from other people. “The same person?” She nodded again. Nikolai's probably that same person, she thought. “It all worked for you in the end, I guess.” She didn't respond this time. She got what she wanted, and she even lives in a freaking mansion. This is even more, but no, it doesn't feel like things are working out.

“Mr. Dean, sir, this woman is lying. She’s my wife, you see and she’s just throwing a tantrum. As a matter of fact, I told her to tender in her resignation last night and come home to her family but she refused. And now she’s putting our daughter’s life in danger.” My brow twitched as well as my lip. How could he stand there and lie so casually? But then again he’d do so, so flawlessly it took me ten years to find out. He was testing my patience and it would soon run out. What he had done to me was a crime that was punishable by law, had he forgotten? Maybe he just doesn’t care. Or maybe he thought he would get away with it, because after all, I was just June. A nobody. Just someone talented

"But then, I accidentally found the examination result which stated that I was infertile." Adam's story faltered. His lungs constricted and his throat was burning. The man had never revealed his misfortune to anyone. He knew, there was a possibility that he wasn’t ready to see the past. Realizing it, Amber sighed, "Why are you telling me this? Do you want to show that your life is much sadder than mine? Are you trying to comfort me?" "You know what happened next?" Adam interrupted, ignoring the woman's question. “I found my wife making out with my brother. No wonder she hid my examination result. She didn't want her affair to be exposed."

He hugged me more tightly and said gently, "You can trust me, Natalie. Tell me whatever's frustrating you." I sighed heavily and said, "It's about one of my friends." He picked me up and cradled me against his chest, then sat on the bed and placed me in his lap, saying, "Go on, I'm here to listen." I avoided his curious gaze and mumbled, "She got pregnant by accident, and her husband is forcing her to have an abortion.” I lifted my gaze at him to read his expression. He asked nonchalantly, "Why doesn't he want his WIFE to get pregnant?" Focusing on the word "wife.”

All I knew, with a desperate certainty, was that I wanted my husband back. "But how can you say that? You didn't see him. He has another woman, a mistress! He has been having her all these years. They have a child. She is pregnant. They're expecting another baby!" "I understand what you're saying, dear," my mother-in-law said calmly. "I need you to relax. I know it's all-new, and you're still in denial, but that is the reality of things. It is true; Ryan does have another woman, a mistress. They do have a child together. They are expecting another child. But you are forgetting that you're the wife."

“Why would you want to divorce him?” “Can’t you see he’s a pig? He wants everyone. How many maids has he fucked? I can’t even count them. They’re so numerous that I had to send them away to avoid any of them getting pregnant. And no one returned to say they’re pregnant” She divulged, “So are you saying your husband is infertile?” “I don’t know what to think but it’s obvious. He has multiple sex partners but he’s not been able to have a child out of them. Isn’t that suspicious?” She chortled as she glanced at Cornelius and when he noticed her attention on him she turned her eyes away.