Novel & Cerita My Ex Wife Is Pregnant

Patient record attached: pregnancy confirmed prior to marital separation. Adrian caught her before her knees gave way. But Elena was no longer looking at him. She was staring at the date on the medical record. Because it was two days before Adrian had asked her for a divorce.

"I matched with Jason on the Weekend Club, and I spent my last two dates with him. And... I'm pregnant." Of all the silences that have ever fallen between us, this one is by far the heaviest, the most loaded, and the saddest. Sean's mouth falls open, and then tears fill his eyes. For at least ten, fifteen seconds, we just stare at each other, while tears fill his eyes, but neither of us looks away. "You're pregnant?" he whispers. "And... and it's Jasons?" Slowly, I nod. "Your ex, Jason? The one from uni?"

I abruptly raised my head, then stared at my husband with wide, unblinking eyes. “Why?” The question emerged from my lips before I could even stop myself. “I want a son, Lily. You have failed to give me another child as my wife,” he replied, his tone remorseless. His face maintained a blank expression as he looked at me. Greyson Gabriel Bradford was my ex-husband. The truth finally sank in, making a tear fall from my cheek as I recalled how my miserable life went downhill when he asked for a divorce on the day of our wedding anniversary.

“Yes. A daughter. She’s three years old now. I had her while I was in the country.” My mouth fell open. “You had a baby and you never thought to mention it?” “I tried to,” she said. “I called you many times. But you kept ignoring my calls. You blocked me. What was I supposed to do?” “You never said anything about a child in any of those calls!” I snapped. “Well, I was waiting for the right time,” she said, still too fucking calm if you ask me. “And now seems perfect.” I jumped to my feet. “You’re fucking kidding me, right? You’re telling me I already have a kid out there somewhere… and now you’re pregnant again?”

The silence after her confession wasn’t just heavy—it was alive. It pulsed through the air, matching the frantic beat of my heart. Lena sat across from me in the dim light of the motel room, her hands trembling against her lap. The storm outside hammered against the windows, as if echoing the chaos between us. She’d just said the words I never thought I’d hear again. > “Adrian… I’m pregnant. And it’s yours.” The world didn’t stop spinning—it tilted. My breath hitched. Every possible version of reality collapsed into one raw truth.

I guess he’s better now, because he got me pregnant. “When she told me she was pregnant, I said it wasn’t possible,” he goes on. “Not to accuse her. Medically, it didn’t add up.” He finally drinks the water. “And then she broke down. Told me the truth. About OBJ.” My fingers curl into my palm. “And then,” he adds, “OBJ messaged me.” My gaze snaps back to his. “He asked how it felt,” Alex says quietly, “that he’d slept with my wife in our matrimonial bed. That he’d gotten her pregnant while I was battling infertility.”

Ariel and I turned, and my world stopped rotating for a moment. From that moment, everything changed. I was trapped. He was there. Alexander Grey. My husband. The man my heart beats for, even though it was glaring that I meant nothing to him. He didn't cling to me to ask how I was faring after losing my baby, he stood inches away as always….with Tonia Marcus, his hand thrown over her waist like a queen next to her king. "Mother, you can leave now. I'll take it from here."

he replied with a sigh. “I want the plans changed,” she said, her voice suddenly carrying a weight it didn’t before. Eros blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean?” “I want to be your acting wife starting now. No delays, no later. I’m keeping the baby, and eventually, the world will want to know who the father is. Why not make it easier now? Let’s start playing our fake roles for real starting now.” She uttered, her face expressionless. “Are you literally serious?” Eros said, his eyes narrowing.

“He said that you were a cold, heartless b***h and only cared about yourself. That you never wanted to work things out with him.” My ex-husband is demented, of course, and I wanted to work things out with him. That was until I found out that you were pregnant with his child. Then Emily looks at me with uncertainty in her eyes. What is the matter, Emily? I ask her. Are you sure that the baby you are carrying is my ex-husband’s? Oh, I am sure she tells me. He is the only one that I had unprotected sex with.

“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.