Novel & Cerita His Infertile Wife Novel

"I’m infertile." The word hung in the air like a guillotine. "Huh?" Eleanor gasped, her hand flying to her chest. Her husband sat frozen, his mouth slightly agape as the implications of Finn's statement began to sink in. Rissa felt the room spin. If Finn was infertile, then any pregnancy she had or would have was a flashing sign of her betrayal. She looked at Ronan, who had stopped eating, his smirk finally faltering as he realized Finn wasn't just playing a game anymore.

I was backing the camera so my face was not really visible. "W... What are you going to do with this?" "Publish it for the world to see!" My heartbeat seized and my pulse accelerated. I turned back to the first page and read the article. A phrase caught my attention and I stifled a laugh. "... Due to his impotency, his wife divorced and left him. They had been married for five years without a child and five years later, he still cannot have an heir with the multiple women he has been with... "What do you think? This would most definitely ruin the bastard"

she took a break. “I found out that my husband has infertility issue. He can’t father a child again. He has already had two children, so he doesn’t take the childbirth serious. However, I need a child to sustain the marriage. I don’t want my own to go in vain after his death. So that is why I’m here” “And you’re here for what? What brought me into your story?” Alex asked. Prey silent for a while. She placed her hands on the desk, showing her clean breast more to Alex.

Lydia Rosewood said harshly while the witch smirked behind her. Infertile This word stabs hard and leaves a deep scar every time I am reminded of being an infertile woman who can’t give my husband a child. Initially, he used to give me comfort and said it didn’t affect him and I should also not pay attention to what others say and focus on our marriage but slowly, he drifted away from me, our interactions became lesser and lesser since Rachel’s father became his business partner and Rachel too active parts in meetings both in city and overseas. Their close photos flooded the internet. A few times, I confronted him but we ended up arguing and him leaving me to deal with my pain.

“You hate other men touching me, but you slept with others. You got them pregnant!” “I’m infertile, Evelyn. Your sister lied—” “Prove it! Take a test. Or did you trap me with this marriage?”

"The other possibility is that the man might not be infertile at all and it might be possible that it is the wife that has that issue," His words hit me like a couple of bricks but I had to maintain the smile on my face even though my fingers were trembling along with the cup of coffee that was inside them that had not been attended to and is now becoming cold in my fingers. I had never really found out about that possibility for long, at least what if I was actually the one with the problem? I immediately told myself that it was too soon to draw any conclusion yet. I definitely trust that machine in the hospital that told me that my husband was infertile any day over the words of my sister,

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

"What do you think? Should I give Peter something to think about too?" "If you feel like it," I said, smiling. She grabbed her phone and dialed Peter. "Fay?" His voice practically shook with excitement. "Have you forgiven me? I've been waiting, hoping you'd come back." "Is Sandy with you?" Fay's voice was ice cold. "Uh... yes, but I'll kick her out right now if you want," Peter stammered. Fay kept her tone light. "Don't bother. I just wanted to remind you of something. You and I were married for years and never had a child. Don't you think it's a little... odd how quickly she managed to get pregnant?"

"I didn't disrespect him, Robert. But like I said, Alice is also my friend, I had to come here, not just for you, but for both of you." "Now she's my wife, and I beg you to focus only on your friendship with me and keep your relationship with her to a minimum. I tend to be a jealous man, although, of course, it's funny to think that Alice would have any chance with you." He observed his wife's swollen belly, noticing that it still looked large, as if there was still a baby inside. Her face was still as round as he remembered, and those arms filled with fat. No, she wasn't attractive to him. Occasionally, he wondered how he could have slept with her and gotten her pregnant. But she was his wi

But it hadn’t been enough. Zafira’s hand rested on her stomach as the familiar ache of emptiness pulsed through her. She was infertile. It was a truth that had haunted her marriage and a reality that slowly eroded the love they once shared. Her husband had tried to be supportive at first, but the weight of it- the failed attempts, the countless doctor visits, the endless waiting for something that would never happen, had begun to crush them both.