My Ex Wife Is Pregnant Mga Nobela at Kwento

After saying all that with zero shame, she actually went ahead and blocked me. Just then, a new message from Mildred popped up in the family WhatsApp group. "Owen and Rena are getting married next month, and she's pregnant! I'm going to be a grandma soon!" She was practically bursting with excitement. Lucky for her, I hadn't left the family group yet. I had a big surprise of my own to share.

“Nope.” “You got a new apartment?” “C'mon, not at all. Oh well, not yet.” “I'm not good at guessing, just tell me.” She hesitated for a while, before she dropped the bombshell. “I'm pregnant!” I couldn't believe my ears. My jaws dropped down at once. How could she? How could she be pregnant for my husband? “What?!” Liam yelled. I could tell from his tone that he never expected that. Well, what else should he have expected, when all he knows to do is to have his prick in a hole? Now his ex was pregnant for him, would he reject it, just as he did mine?

I simply stared at him, my gaze fixed but not really seeing him. “Say something,” he urged. But what could I possibly say? That my wife was carrying another child? That I had almost lost both her and that unborn child I hadn’t even known existed until seconds ago? That my past mistakes and the enemies of my youth had come to strip me of my joy? I couldn’t even feel happiness in peace. My wife was pregnant with another child and I wasn’t happy. What did that make me? But all I could think about was….

My mind flashed back. Four weeks ago, I had had the first mind-blowing sex of my life. I was there in Williams’ shirt, legs parted, his head buried deep between my thighs, his tongue working me until I couldn’t think straight. And now this was where it had landed me. Pregnant. But then I took one more step forward, and another memory hit me like a truck. Just a few days before that night with Williams… two nights before, precisely… I had made out with my now ex-husband, Gabriel.

His words hit hard, my heart racing, my mind flashing to my ex-wife’s last day, her tears, her pleading, her shadow fading as I turned away, her failure to give me a son haunting me, her name gone from my mind, just a ghost now. “She’s pregnant,” I said, my voice raw, my hands shaking, my chest tight. “She’s doing what I need.” My eyes flicked to the door, my fear of Megan failing me, of Victor’s wrath, spiking, my dominance over her feeling shaky, like I was losing my grip. “Is she?Why are you telling me the second time?...I thought the news was already everywhere?” he said, his voice flirty, cruel, stepping closer, his eyes narrowing.

The next afternoon, my mother gave me a call and asked me to hurry home. I thought that it was something urgent. When I entered through the door, my mother excitedly asked, “Is Heather pregnant?” Our neighbor had bumped into Heather when she went for a prenatal checkup. She then informed my mother after she came back. I pursed my lips. “She’s pregnant, but it’s not my child.” My mother was dumbfounded. “What do you mean?” my father asked with a frown. I told them the entire story and finally said, “I plan to divorce her.”

she replied melodiously, showing her pearly white teeth. Sabrina listened and seemed to be lost in thought. Would a woman unconditionally forgive a man when she really loved him, even when she was hurt or betrayed? Sabrina was deep in thought. "Mom, Dad, I want to tell you a piece of good news today." Hansen invited Trevor and Marissa out alone in the lounge and announced in high spirits, "Jenna is pregnant." The news was like extraordinarily bright fireworks in the dark sky, lighting up all the darkness in the room.

On getting home, I was greeted by Marcus who at first I tried hiding things from but he saw right through my bullshit and demanded I tell him the truth right there and then. So I did, I told him the truth. I was pregnant with James. I was pregnant by my ex-husband who I spent a lot of time trying to avoid. I was pregnant by a man who has a fiancée. I was the bad person in their picture. I am like the villain in their story.

Riley was shocked as she watched her place the glass of fruit juice on the table. "I can't drink it anymore." "Why not?" "I'm pregnant." After a minute, Riley nodded, not understanding at first what she was saying. "That is not inherently flawed. After two years of marriage, you ought to be pregnant." "I got divorced a month ago." "What?" "And I've recently remarried on top of that." "Stella, hold on. Decelerate? Did you get married again just a month after you split from your ex-husband? What topic are you discussing? Allow me to take it all in." Riley’s expression was one of amazement as she covered her chest.

The shrill ringing of my phone brought back my awareness and upon the sight of my stepsister's name as the caller ID, I hightailed it to my new room. Three days ago after I explained the situation to Mrs. Romano, and informed her of my pregnancy, she had her workers set up everything for me. She couldn't care less whether her son was against it or not. "Hello." I spoke, placing the phone against my ear. I bit down on my lip, knowing what was to come. They want me home as usual. They can't do anything without their slave. "Really? Hello? I can see you're having the best time of your life roaming the streets." Gwen scoffed into the phone and I sighed, frustratingly.