I Was Pregnant After Divorce Novels & Stories

There were no judgements in their eyes only a sort of pity. Priscilla could not understand how the conversation was recorded. She remembered having the talk with her father after Black Hound... She closed her eyes in despair, she had been played. She did not want to die. "Well played Martha...well played," Masters Randall said in resignation. *** Matteo waited in the hospital reception in anxiety. Diana had been taken in for an emergency surgery. She had just lost her pregnancy due to the torture she had suffered from Nicholas. It saddened Matteo the most when the doctor told him that she had been three months pregnant. This had happened while they were filing for divorce. If he had been a b

Isabella quickly spoke, completely unaware of the dark aura emanating from Cedric. When it came to the divorce, Cedric felt like it was a massive stone lodged in his chest. He had given her some freedom for a while, but now...! She seemed to be slipping away from his grasp even more. He was the prodigy of the entire Verde City. Yet, at this moment, he had to admit that his own wife had dumped him. This divorce was not at all dignified! Just as Isabella was about to say something, nurses and doctors entered the room. They respectfully addressed Cedric, "Mr. Johnson, the operating room is ready."

Hazel’s smirk faltered, replaced by wide-eyed alarm. I took a shaky breath and repeated, “Yes, Areen. I’m pregnant. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” But instead of joy or even concern, his face twisted with rage. He stormed toward me, his hand gripping my arm like a vice. “What did you just say?” he growled. Tears streamed down my face as I whispered, “I’m pregnant with your child, Areen. I swear I’m not lying.” He shoved me backward with such force that I crashed into the door, pain shooting through my back.

I can't lie after he come to terms that I was pregnant Jacob has been nothing but a fantastic partner to me, he as been cooking, going to the doctor's appointment with me, going shopping, giving me massages, basically being at my beck and call which is very sweet and opening my heart even more than it already is. There was still doubt about his parents even though his sister is in jail that doesn't mean his parents are not going to create a problem for us in the future, they were part of the reason why we divorced in the first place and I don't want to go through that again this time with a kid in my arm. It wouldn't be fair to the child either. I guess that's where being an adult and steppi

Her former mother-in-law asked, looking at the background of where Lydia was standing. Hearing her ex-mother-in-law ask about Reino made Lydia even more confused. They had divorced a month ago, how could they have dinner together? "Reino didn't say anything?" asked Lydia a little hesitantly. "What should I know, Lydia?" She asked confused, but a smile soon spread across her face. "Are you pregnant?" The ex-mother-in-law asked with a happy face. Lydia couldn't bear to say that they were divorced. It's just too cruel for her sweet ex mother in law.

My hands shook a little after I put my signature on the paper as I realized the gravity of what I had just done. I was officially divorced. As I stared at the signed papers, something shifted inside me. It wasn’t just grief any more; it was clarity. I had nothing left tying me to Washington city. No family. No home. There's no reason to stay. The love I’d fought for, cried for and defended had never truly existed. Julian had walked out of our marriage long before today. I was just the last one to leave. And maybe, just maybe, that made me stronger. I wiped my tears, squared my shoulders, and told myself I would not be broken. I would start again on my own terms.

My assistant panicked and told me to go home. I didn't argue. I took the day off. On the way back, I stopped at a hospital. The irony of it. I was pregnant. The child we'd wanted for three years had finally come — right when its mother had stopped being loved. For half a second I thought: maybe with a baby, James won't go through with the divorce. Then I shoved the thought down. I wasn't going to be that woman. The kind who chains a husband to her with a child.

The waiter nodded and disappeared. The silence stretched charged, watchful. “So,” he said the moment we were alone, his voice lower now. “Tell me about yourself. Married or have a boyfriend.” I gave a small, guarded smile. “By now, you should already know a lot about me. What are you waiting for?” “Yes,” he replied evenly, “but I want to hear from you.” I exhaled slowly. The truth pressed against my ribs, heavier than I expected. “I was married,” I said. “Recently divorced.” My fingers tightened around the edge of the table. “My husband cheated. He was my first… in everything.”

"I've come to bring you home." "Home?" I let out a short, dry laugh, my eyes full of mockery. "I think you must be confused, my lord. I am no longer the Lady Regent. You and I are finished. I have a perfectly good life here in the Southlands, and I have no need of your concern." "The divorce decree was a forgery." The words tumbled out of Edric in a rush, urgent and unsteady. "Felicity imitated my handwriting. It was never my intention. I never wanted to divorce you. Never.

I tried calling the number back but it was unavailable. That was the least thing I could worry about at that point. I sat frozen on the edge of Raymond’s couch, my fingers twisting the hem of my sweater until my knuckles turned white. The divorce papers were signed. Just like that. I stared blankly at the floor. The silence in Raymond’s apartment was almost unbearable. He quietly placed a mug of hot tea in front of me before sitting across from me. “You should drink something.”