I Was Pregnant After Divorce นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Isaac said. “I’ll be back. I need to talk to him.” Ben pleaded before he looked back at the house while I hid behind the curtain. Isaac came inside and closed the door behind and faced me who was sitting on the couch with tears falling down my cheeks. “Are you okay?” Isaac asked. “How can I be?” I asked as I smiled weakly. “I getting a divorce while I’m pregnant because the man I spent six years of my life was having an affair for a year or God knows how long!”

“I found out that I was pregnant after our divorce. In fact, I found out just after I got here, but I kept the knowledge of my pregnancy to myself. After all, there was no way I was going to let a man who had treated me so shabbily know about my unborn child, or so I thought in my righteous indignation at that time. I was convinced that since he was looking for every means possible to hurt me, taking my child away from me would be the easiest way to do it. That would hurt me more than anything that he had done so far, so I just kept the news to myself since then.” “Why’d you guys divorce so suddenly? I already have an idea from what I gleaned in the media back then, but I want to hear from y

Evenings are for Leo—homework, dinner, stories before bed. It's a good life. A full life. But something is missing, and I know exactly what it is. One morning, I wake to nausea that has nothing to do with pregnancy. Today would have been my five-year wedding anniversary with Travis. Instead, I'm divorced, pregnant with another man's baby, living in a foreign country. I should feel triumphant. Instead, I feel unmoored. I call Tessy, needing to hear a familiar voice. She answers on the second ring.

The day I’d signed the divorce papers, I’d flown to Auckland. I’d driven hours to the cabin, and when I’d walked through the door, I’d broken down crying. For the first time in three years, I was free. I didn’t miss Boston. I didn’t even miss Vincenzo. He was dead to me. Now, seven months pregnant, I was happier than I’d ever been. The next day, I’d woken up with a sharp pain in my stomach.

“If you actually loved me, Julian, you wouldn’t have left the wedding without a word. You wouldn’t have given my grandmother a heart attack and let her die, all over Sunny’s dog. You wouldn’t have pushed me down the stairs and caused me to miscarry, all so I’d apologize to Sunny! “Don’t insult the name of love, Julian. You disgust me.” Julian was at a loss for words. His gaze fell onto my belly. “I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to push you. If I had known you were pregnant, I wouldn’t have fought with you or gotten that divorce. It’s all my fault.” I closed my eyes, grieving over the baby that could have been. “There’s no point saying that anymore. The baby is gone, and so is the last link I

“You were right, I was already pregnant when we got divorced,” I told him truthfully. “It’s just that… I didn’t want to stay with you just for the sake of this baby. And I wasn’t sure how to tell you too.” Victor’s eyes widened, confusion and shock flashing across his face. His hands, which had been resting casually on the table, tensed. I could see the gears turning in his mind as he processed my words, but I had to keep going.

"Marcus, we are divorced! Have you forgotten how you needed the divorce so badly? Besides, Caleb wouldn't spare you if you touch me!" "I'll see who'll stop me," Marcus responded with a smirk that sent a cold chill down Jane's spine. "Eat up," he said and rose from the chair. "You're not aware that I'm pregnant, are you?" Jane said as soon as he reached the door. Marcus froze, gripping the door handle, and when he turned back to face her, Jane almost melted at the enraged look on his face. "What?" He growled and Jane could almost feel the heat of his rage fan across her face.

the doctor continues "this is a warning sign. You need to rest, focus on your nutrition, and most importantly, maintain emotional stability. Stress is dangerous for both you and the baby." I nod weakly, knowing fully well that emotional stability is the one thing I lack. Helen stays by my side, squeezing my hand "Emily, you have to take care of yourself. When are you going to tell Carlos?" I turn my head away "I’m not." "Emily—" "We’re getting a divorce, Helen," I say softly. Silence falls between us. I finally look at her, and her expression is one of pure sympathy. She doesn’t push, doesn’t judge—she just squeezes my hand tighter.

Just then, Thomas video-called her. Jessamine hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether she should answer it. After marrying into the Holt family for three years, the only thing she felt guilty about was disappointing Thomas. Thomas had just discovered her pregnancy and was as happy as a child. He even hired a nutritionist and asked Joe to deliver supplements several times a day. He protected her and cherished her as one of his own. But now, she had to hide her and Thaddeus' divorce from him.

Just a few spam messages and a notification from a dating app that I had long since forgotten about. I shut off my phone, throwing it back into my bag. I couldn’t do this anymore. I had to give myself a break. I needed to take care of myself, even if it meant acknowledging the overwhelming reality of my situation. I felt a sharp pang in my stomach, a reminder of the growing life inside me. I placed a hand on my belly, a small gesture of comfort and connection. “It’s going to be okay,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “We’ll be okay.”