His Infertile Wife Novel Novels & Stories

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.

Noah did not reply, he only sighed, and so Natalia took it as her cue to continue speaking. “Was she prettier than me? Or was her body more beautiful? Did she say something, or maybe you owed her a favour—” “You are overthinking it. I assure you, it was nothing like that.” Noah said briefly. “I am not overthinking it! I have every right to be distraught. Especially after I just found out that you have dishonoured our marriage, disrespected me and that now you are possibly a carrier of a sexually transmitted disease. And you have not even gone for a scan, have you?” Natalia was already weak and tired as it was, and so she did not have it in her to rage anymore.

Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed. “You've called me three times in twenty minutes.” “I had a reason.” “What happened?” There was a pause. Then the woman on the other end spoke. “I'm coming home in a few days.” Evelyn sat up. “What?” “You heard me. I'll be back in a few days.” “You said you weren't coming back yet.” “I changed my mind.” Evelyn stood. “Why?” The woman's voice became serious. “Because I just heard Damien Schrett is getting married.”

Vanessa's eyes redeened, tears streaking down the corners. “Then why does my husband believe I’m infertile?”. She muttered, backing the doctor as she forcefully dried her eyes. With a smack of her fingers she turned to face him again, pointing her index finger. “You know what?,” her jaw tightened. “I want this document printed out and handed to me right now. All of it!” She pressed her lips, driving her hand in her hair. Dr Brighton stood up frantically as he moved briskly to the photocopying machine, his shoulders dropped slightly with nose covered with thick sweat.

This did not happen by mistake, this had been happening, maybe not in my face before now but it had been happening. And suddenly, every late night, every unanswered call, every strange silence starts making sense. I swallowed hard and the thought that entered my mind was ugly, ugly enough to make my stomach turn. So this was what tenderness looked like… when it was not mine. I couldn't stay here, if I stay one more minute, I would either beg or break and I have already done enough of both in this marriage. So I turned and started walking away fast and I then heard Damien called my name once.

I sank to the floor of the closet, the journal clutched to my chest, and finally let myself break. Not quiet tears or controlled grief, but ugly sobs that tore through my chest like claws. Because I'd had a wife who'd married me with hope. Who'd tried to love me despite everything. Who'd pressed a flower in a journal to mark what could have been the beginning of what she'd believed could be a real partnership. And I'd killed her slowly over four years of dismissal and neglect and choosing someone else again and again. I'd killed her hope first. Then I'd killed her.

I yanked the door open, climbed in, and the second it shut, everything I’d been holding back shattered. “God,” I whispered, pressing my hand to my mouth as the tears spilled over. “God, please.” My chest heaved as I sobbed, words tumbling out between breaths. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep smiling. I can’t keep pretending it doesn’t hurt.” I wiped my face angrily, but it didn’t stop. “Infertile wife,” I choked out bitterly. “That’s all I am to her. That’s all I’ll ever be.”

“I know him better than you think.” “No,” she said. “You know what he lets you see. You don’t know my husband.” That one hurt. I swallowed. “Then tell me, Evelyn, why you replaced him for your doctor.” “Tell me why you would not just leave my marriage alone but choose to hang around while I am still married to him.” “Adrian is a free man, everyone knows your marriage is broken.” “You still slept with him.” “I loved him.” Her expression changed. “Have a rethink, dear. You just need to have a feel at being important in someone’s life.”

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How deliciously ironic that my wife, Marina, had chosen this seemingly ordinary girl as a pawn in her twisted game – paying her to seduce me and bear my child, all in a misguided attempt to conceal her own infertility. Good grief. I exhaled the smoke. Foolish. Did she truly believe I was unaware of her inability to conceive? I had known from the very beginning, yet I played the oblivious husband, allowing her to maintain her delusions. It was a small price to pay for the additional power and influence our marriage afforded me in the cutthroat world of politics. My gaze drifted back to the photographs. An abusive father who had lost an arm in his greedy habit and now languished in prison, and