روايات وقصص ضمن I Was Pregnant After Divorce

Elara felt a lump form in her throat, the kindness in his tone was breaking her heart. “I just didn’t want it to change anything. I didn’t want people to look at me with pity thinking that I'm alone with my child while divorcing the same husband for whom I had left my family and whole business behind.” “Hey, hey, Shush... You aren’t a complication! Don't you dare say that again.” Christian countered back firmly. He squeezed hand gently as if reassuring her. “And nothing has changed for you. You are still the same old Elara for me. You'll always be. You left in the end because you loved him. It's him who didn't deserve you. And If anything has changed, it just means I’ve got one more person t

"Look, I meant to do this more gently, but I guess the timing worked out. I want a divorce, Melanie. Here are the divorce papers." She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. “Divorce?” She asked in a shaky voice, her eyes darting between Hardin and the papers. “I've already signed. It's over, Melanie, as of today. Now please leave so Natalia and I can celebrate my birthday properly." Melanie felt as though her heart was going to burst out of her chest any moment from now on. She was shaking with hurt, anger, and disbelief. She stood numbly, staring down at the divorce papers Hardin had thrown in her face. It was hard to believe this was really happening—that after two years of marriage, h

I mean, that picture was taken at one something; he got home a few minutes to three, granted the club was far, and getting a cab at such an hour is- I let out a scream underwater to cease my mind’s chatter, the water bubbles leaving me feel good but…not enough that I can let myself suffocate, so I raise my head above the water to breathe. I hate this...feeling. Everything is crumbling, and I can't do anything about it. I am pregnant now. Will I still be a laughingstock if I stay, or will they say that I am ‘strong’ and that I am ‘making the right choice’? I am pregnant now—is divorce still our end? I am pregnant now—can I still run to my Mate? I don’t want to sleep with other men, especially

I couldn’t be bothered if she got hurt, not after she tried to hurt me first. I scoffed inwardly. Bold of her to think that she could manipulate me by using her pregnancy as an excuse. I mean it’d been almost three months since that day and she never thought of saying anything until I brought up the divorce. It made me wonder if I would have never found out about the child she was carrying if I never told her I was divorcing her.

“Mabel, I understand your concern for your son. But it’s quite clear you have no regard for my granddaughter's health, emotional well-being and wishes in this situation.” Mabel opened her mouth to protest, but Vanessa’s icy glare silenced her. Then she turned back to Adina and Eric, her next words slicing through the tension like a blade. “Since Mabel is so deeply concerned about her son’s feelings, and clearly not at all about the strain this pregnancy is putting on Adina, I suggest—out of respect for everyone—that Adina and Eric divorce.” Silence. Absolute, suffocating silence. Even Mabel, who always had a rebuttal, was speechless.

“I can’t imagine how you must be taking this divorce.” I scoff. “I’m yet to process it, you know? From divorce to getting married to you, to working for you. I’ve not settled down to actually think on it. Plus…” I pause. “Stefan’s making it pretty hard to.” “How so?” “He’s riling me up, Micah. At the courthouse, over the phone last night. I’m too pissed to actually think about our divorce with a clear head, I’m too pissed to process my loss—”

“I choose Maria; let’s end our engagement.” She managed to not just get everyone on her side but actively made them see her as the victim and me as the big bad bully who was jealous of her. She kept up this act, even now. “You must be a complete mess, going through all that you're going through.” She pulled away to take a better look at me. I smiled, knowing she expected me to affirm her secret prayers that I wasn't doing well. “I'm actually feeling the best I've ever felt in the longest time. The divorce was a blessing; now I'm focused on work, and even Dad wants me back.”

For five years, I tried to be good enough for them, and for five years I failed. When I finally wasn't useful anymore—when a business merger fell through and I served no purpose—he divorced me. Not privately, not with any kindness. He did it on stage at a charity gala, in front of 500 people. He handed me papers to sign while cameras flashed and people gasped. Then he kissed another woman while I collapsed. I found out I was pregnant with you in the hospital that night. Six weeks along, and you were already the most precious thing in my world.

No savings, no emergency fund, nothing. “Miss, are you sure you married him?” the doctor had asked just minutes ago, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked at his notes. “We just got a divorce, and it has been finalized,” I reply to him, tearing up even more, my voice barely holding together. “Maybe that’s why he acted like that,” he says gently. “I think you should tell him you’re pregnant. Maybe he’d come around.” He stares at me with such pity in his eyes that it makes my stomach twist.

Lysander's arm tightens around me, just a little. "And on the thousandth time, I walked away. I walked away and I did not look back. I signed the divorce papers and I terminated the pregnancy and I got on a plane and I came home." I feel tears prick my eyes but I do not let them fall. I have cried enough over Kier Thornwell. I have shed enough tears to fill an ocean. I am done crying.