Novel & Cerita I Was Pregnant After Divorce

I stared blankly at the divorce papers for a long time. l couldn't help but smile bitterly. Being friends after a divorce seemed forever elusive for me and Jaclyn Dills. We were bitter rivals when we got married, and even after the divorce, we couldn't let go. I stared blankly at the divorce papers for a long time. This winter was cold and lengthy, but no matter how cold and lengthy, there would be an end. In April, the weather was unusually warm, my body had fully recovered, and this child was well-behaved, unlike the tumultuous pregnancy with Perry. Nausea was rare, and my appetite was surprisingly good.

That wouldn’t do. She refused to treat me as her husband, and she refused to act as my wife, even if we were divorced. It wasn’t like it was a public divorce – even grandpa didn’t know. I expected her to be devastated, to be bereft, completely broken after our divorce. She didn’t even cry. She had become more stubborn, more bold, and admittedly, more radiant. It had to be because of the pregnancy.

The divorce had clouded my memory, the trauma from Nichole's ridicule ate deep into me, and I had totally forgotten that I was with a child. My hands unconsciously fell to my stomach, a wide smile breaking out on my face. I really was pregnant for a man who despised me as so much and threw the divorce papers at me without thinking twice. As ugly as the situation might be, it won't stop me from cherishing my child. It is of course the best thing that has happened to me so far.

I changed my number after the third voicemail that started sounding less like concern and more like irritation. I knew that tone. It meant he wasn’t used to being ignored. The divorce was finalized quickly. That part hurt quietly. Not because I wanted to be married to him again, but because of how easy it was for him to let go once the paperwork was done. No public statement. No effort to find me. No questions asked. Just silence. I told myself that was closure. Months passed. My body changed slowly, then all at once. One morning I looked in the mirror and realized I was clearly pregnant now. There was no hiding it anymore.

I couldn't deal with it, and when I found out Rose was pregnant for him I was broken, how can another woman be pregnant for my husband, I couldn't take it at first I came back to see if we could reunite and start all over but I found out there's no place for me anymore both in his house and his life I took the bold step, I never imagined that one day I would pick up a pen and sign the divorce paper of the man of my dreams, but seeing Rose with a positive pregnancy test, I know it's finished. I know it's time for me to leave, cause there's nothing left for me anymore…. Not his heart, not his life, and most especially not his woman. It's been four months and finally, I'm getting my life back,

“Mr. Robinson, what are we now? I’m pregnant by my current partner. Why would I inform my ex-husband—as if it’s your business?” That question caught him off guard. “Scarlett, I get you’re still mad at me, but this baby is ours—” “I’m not lying to you.” I cut him off, my tone ice-cold. My voice echoed in the car, calm and detached. “We’ve been divorced for over two months now. Isn’t it perfectly normal for me to be pregnant by my current boyfriend?” “You’re lying.” His voice cracked as he yelled.

“Just make sure you register with us before you go because you need to be monitored because of your condition.” Am I dreaming? My mind raced as I tried to process it. How is this even possible? Yes, Daniel and I have sex regularly, but how can I be pregnant after the divorce? I was crying uncontrollably. The thought that Daniel divorced me because I couldn't give him a child crossed my mind. I lost everything in just one day and now this child. Where will I start from? Where will I go from here? I recalled the hurtful words they said to me about being an infertile woman and how God had vindicated me by giving me this pregnancy.

After three years of distance, cold dinners, and a marriage that felt more like a waiting room than a home. She was pregnant. A shaky laugh escaped her lips, half disbelief, half fear. She pressed a hand to her flat stomach as if she could already protect what was growing inside her. A fragile smile touched her face before she could stop it. Lucien would be home tonight. For the first time in a long while, hope stirred in her chest. Small. Careful. Dangerous. Maybe this would change things. Maybe this would finally make him stay.

he said without concern, with a smile on his face. “But we are divorced. How are we going to take care of a child when we are divorced? God, I shouldn't have even made love to you while we were divorced in the first place…” I sighed, thinking I was pathetic. Who in their right mind would sleep with their ex-husband until they got pregnant after having spent so much time apart?