Novel & Cerita I Was Pregnant After Divorce

"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.”

How would he react? “I...” my voice trailed off a little, searching for the right words. “I was married, but now I’m divorced,” I finally said, trying to explain without revealing too many details. “Right now, I’m pregnant.” Her face changed, seemingly a little surprised but then showing a sympathetic expression. “I don’t mean to intimidate you. I hope everything is okay. The good news is, you look strong and full of spirit,” she said in a reassuring tone. Thank you for the understanding she showed. “I try to stay positive and focus on the future,” I replied, feeling a little relieved to be able to share some of my story.

"Even if your parents approve, we still can't divorce. Yasmin, you are currently pregnant with my child. We can never divorce while you are pregnant." Yasmin was silent as she heard what Raga had just said. The woman forgot that if a wife is pregnant, then she will not be able to divorce her husband or the divorce suit will not be granted. "Why does it have to be this difficult. I just want to be happy, I don't want to live with someone who has betrayed me. Why does it have to be this difficult." "Yasmin, listen to me carefully. I have never betrayed you. The reason I met Devandra was not because I wanted to get back together with her but I just wanted to see my son."

But we had already broken up before the incident and before she got pregnant. Well… the reason for the separation was difficult to accept. She's slept with another man and I just found out after five months. After two weeks of divorce, she came back and said she was pregnant with mine. Who would believe that it's mine? I did and even calculated it. “I just wanted someone with me. You're the only person I know who can make me feel better.” “I'm busy too, Cassie. We had already ended things–” “Busy? With whom? That girl?” She gritted her teeth and I found irritation in her tone.

“I never regret it. I just… felt bothered when she said she was pregnant after we divorced.” "Is that yours?" "No." “How did you know? Did she tell you?” "I just know." “You are not a woman capable of conceiving and giving birth. You can't just know," Doctor Jarvis made quotation marks in the air. “I can predict the beginning of the pregnancy if the baby is mine. But in reality, we had separated several weeks before officially divorcing. And during that time we never touched each other." “So, if it's not yours, whose is it?” “Her boyfriend, of course,” Anthony snorted.

The expecting mother was thrown out of her home! A video showed Tiffany crying in front of the camera. In the video, she wore a maternity dress. Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were red and swollen. One hand supported her belly while the other wiped away her tears. Her pitiful appearance made it seem as though she had suffered unimaginable injustice. “Harry and I’ve been married for fifteen years! We always had a great relationship. We agreed to be child-free, but then I got pregnant by accident. Then, he changed.”

Second trimester. The words landed in my chest with weight, and the memory rebuilt itself piece by piece: she had been pregnant when she signed the divorce papers, pregnant when she stood across from me in the living room naming her price while I called her a gold digger, pregnant the night she said she wanted to tell me something important and I had turned my back on her because Samantha had called about a sprained ankle. "Mr. Hayes?" Reeves said. "Are you still—" "Thank you," I said and ended the call.

The result came back sooner than I expected. And I realised this was not going to be just fine. I was pregnant. With the child of the husband I was to divorce in nine months. . . . _________________________________

He answered on the fourth ring. "I'm at the hospital." I kept my voice flat, calm. "Josie's condition is escalating. The Doctor found a treatment that could actually help her but we need to move on it quickly and I need, " "Stop." His voice bored in a way that had always made me feel like I was standing on ice. "Stop doing this." "Cole, " "You call me every time you want to delay the divorce. I'm not stupid, Gwen." The word divorce landed between us with its full weight.