Novel & Cerita His Infertile Wife Novel

"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.

"The arrangement was always for you to marry Miguel Antonio. That was the deal we struck with his family. A wife is a wife, Mara. It doesn't matter which sister he gets. The merger goes through either way." I felt like I couldn't breathe. "A wife is a wife?" I whispered. "Mother, he doesn't want me. He wanted Clara. This entire marriage is built on a lie, on deception. How am I supposed to live with that? How am I supposed to wake up every morning next to a man who didn't choose me, who thought he was getting someone else?"

Johan grabbed Caroline’s hand to pull her up. Victoria smiled, satisfied with Johan’s actions toward Caroline. She was constantly treated like this. Only tears could convey her pain. "I didn’t mean to be lazy in this house. I just don’t feel well. I’m always told to do housework all day long." Caroline cried bitterly in front of Johan. A wife should be loved and cared for by her husband. But Caroline Margareth’s fate was different. She was constantly oppressed in her husband’s house. Her mother-in-law didn’t like her presence there.

Iris was trembling badly, as if a basin of cold water had just poured on her head. It made sense. She had lost her chance and she made too many mistakes. It never occurred to her that Nicole was already Jared's wife. By chance, Iris had heard that Jared had a wife in the past. But from what she understood, the lady was long gone. And now, she suddenly returned and was alive with two kids. The siren of the police car sounded in Iris's ears. She knew that everything was over for her. Her face turned pale.

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

I had ended up being hospitalized with stomach bleeding. As his wife, I never slacked off for a single day. For three years, I gave everything I had and pushed the company to go public. At the celebration party, he held me and cried. “Anna, I was born unable to have children. I can never give you a child, yet you still married me and fought beside me through thick and thin. “I swear on my life that I will never forsake you!" In the previous lifetime, that promise had kept me shackled for decades.

Poor, struggling — the kind of woman my family despised. But I wasn’t ready to lose her. After rebelling for days, fighting tooth and nail for what I wanted, I was allowed to keep Mira — but only as my mistress. The condition was clear: she would become my wife the moment she bore me an heir. But no matter how hard we tried… nothing. It was as if the whole world was against us. After a thorough check-up, I found out the bitter truth — I was the problem. I was infertile.

The silence and the cold had pierced my soul. "Nadya..." I said the name of the girl I cherish very much while visualising the beautiful memories we had spent together, which we might not be able to do if I was barren. Then, with shaking hands and crying, I read the test results. And the result, as I trembled: I was infertile. My body jolted, I fell to the ground, crying loudly. My dream of having a small family and sweet children has been shattered, and worst of all: I could lose Nadya. I don't know by divorce or anything, but I can't imagine how my life would be without her. Seeing her with another man will hurt me to death. But I remember the truth: I know that Nadya loves me. Yes, she lo

"Due to the husband's sexual dysfunction and infertility, the marriage has irretrievably broken down." The words were a snarl on the page, a direct insult to my status as the Alpha and captain of the Manchester Ice Kings. My jaw was locked so tight I could feel the pulse thumping in my temple. Dysfunction? Infertility? I slammed the papers onto the Macassar ebony table. The nerve of that woman. Had she forgotten the way she’d gripped my shoulders three nights ago? I had marked her, claimed her, and made her scream my name until her voice gave out. Her body had been a wildfire under mine, far more honest than the ice-cold legal jargon she was hiding behind now.

"Our illustrious family will end with Vincent's generation because you can't even conceive a child! What's the point of a wife?! So stop pretending to care about your elders. It's sickening! Do you think your grandfather-in-law is weeping in joy over your half-baked performance?" I touched the cut on my lip with my tongue and smiled. "On that topic, do you know what the doctor said when I went in for that fertility report? He told me I'm not the problem. Your son Is. Vincent suffers from necrospermia. He is infertile." The live chat fell silent for a beat. [He what now?!] [But she's pregnant! Isn't Stephie pregnant?! Who's the father?!] So Vincent did not know what was in his report. He must