His Infertile Wife Novel Novels & Stories

I sit on the couch, the weight of the world pressing down on me. The medical report lies on the coffee table, the word "infertile" staring up at me in cold, clinical black and white. It’s only a piece of paper, but the truth it carries slices through me. Vincent, my husband, stands across from me, his back stiff, his jaw set in stone. “You're divorcing me for an heir?” I laugh bitterly, the sound hollow in the icy air between us. “You knew the deal when you married me. You can’t give me what I need.” He growls, his voice low and detached, like he’s already let go of me, like I’ve already slipped from his grasp.

Rosalia sat back, arms crossed, expression unreadable—but her eyes were burning holes into Enzo’s back. They moved fast. “Don’t you touch her!” Enzo roared, trying to shield Fiametta, but Kareem and Nabil forcibly pulled her from his grip. “You’re hurting her!” Enzo yelled. “You’re hurting my baby! After everything we’ve been through—after all the years of struggling with fertility—we finally have a son! How can you do this?!” I stared at him, cold and unflinching. “Your ‘wife’ is infertile, Enzo. Too many sexual partners in the past without proper protection. She had chlamydia that was never dealt with properly.”

"No, you're mad, you ungrateful bitch!" The doctor was already there when we got home. Jackie approached him, his eyes red and tearful. "Doctor, you made it. My wife's been having crazy episodes, and she won't leave me alone! She even came up with my 'first love'! She's delusional! I think her infertility messed with her head!" Though my heart was already cold and dead, the fact he told someone else I was infertile like it was a grocery list item shredded my heart into pieces.

She replied, "You had a check-up before, but the doctor lied to you due to special circumstances. The truth is, you're infertile. If you don't believe me, there's a report in the second drawer on the left." He quickly retrieved and examined the report. Indeed, it bore his name and stated that he was infertile because his sperm were weak. Infertile... Charles was devastated. He hung his head in dejection while he gazed at his ex-wife with despair. At that moment, he felt utterly hopeless. It was most humiliating for a man to be infertile. He opened his mouth as if he had countless things to say. In the end, however, not a single word escaped his lips!

but the fact that he isn't my mate is the mysterious part of it. If he isn't using me and will make me his consort, then what will happen to my true mate? “Another thing is that his mate is infertile….” Hearing that, the pen I was holding slipped from my finger. “Who is infertile?” “My mum told me it's a secret only known to the Prince, his father, and his mate. She was the one who ran the test on the Prince's mate, and it was known that she was infertile, but that won't be a reason for their break up since they will get married soon." She adjusted closer to me. “What do you think? That he wants to use you to have an heir? Or that he truly wishes to make you his consort even if it's for the

He reminds her of their shared memories, he whispers words of love and devotion that has woven the tapestry of their lives together. “Do you remember the time when our little Nora was born? The first time I saw her, she remained cuddled in your arms…and when I first held her, she started to cry.” a faint smile appears on the corner of her lips and he chuckles lightly as he sniffles, trying to hold back his tears. Henry holds her hand high, bringing it closer to his face as he starts to kiss them gently. With a single tear that rolls down his eyes, he quickly manages to wipe it away before his wife opens his eyes and take a look at it. Once her hand falls on the bed, her eyes remains closed a

Jena looked at her from head to toe again “Huh?” Nuella was confused “You look like someone whose strength was drained out, you look pale” Jena smiled Nuella coughed when she finally understood what she meant “If I’m so drained out right now it is the hand work of My Haywood” s Jena smiled “He is your husband now, so no need to be embarrassed” “It’s so I could get pregnant” Nuella murmured Jena heard what she said and sighed “I don’t think it’s only the reason, somewhere deep down in his heart he might have some likeness for you which made him choose you”

She hissed, and turned back to the doctor, creasing her arms across her chest, obviously boiling in enragement. I shook my head due to her unending stubbornness, and focused my gaze on the doctor. "Explain this further." I requested calmly. He dropped his pen on the table, and removed his eye glasses as well, clearing his throat again. "Well you see," He started his explanation. "The thing is that your wife is infertile. That's just it." "Infertile?" My confusion increased. "I'm not sure I get that at all." "All I'm saying is that Mrs Flores is infertile. She can't conceive a child." He repeated himself, sharply.

"When I lost the baby and was hospitalized myself, she never came once either." Did she need to? Julian's flat response landed like a blade straight through her. She'd had a miscarriage. Did he even understand what that meant? She thought back to the woman in the next room during her own hospital stay, the one whose husband cooked for her every day, spoon-fed her brown sugar water by hand. She remembered overhearing them talk about trying again in six months, him telling her they were still young, that the crib they'd already bought wouldn't sit empty for long.

"I always dreamt about happy and simple family... Where I have loving husband and children. Small but happy... When I learnt that my biological parents abandoned me, i promised myself that i will become the best mother possible... But it never goes according to plan. God always does something to disappoint me..." "It will be your child Grace, only difference is it won't grow in your womb, that's it? You will experience motherhood, i promise." He kissed her forehead. "Why do you want Infertile wife?" She asked and he sighed. "I didn't marry you for your fertility or for children... Of course I want child but you are more important than that... I fell for you and your simplicity. All these thi