Novel & Cerita My Husband, Her Eggs, My Womb

I had ended up being hospitalized with stomach bleeding. As his wife, I never slacked off for a single day. For three years, I gave everything I had and pushed the company to go public. At the celebration party, he held me and cried. “Anna, I was born unable to have children. I can never give you a child, yet you still married me and fought beside me through thick and thin. “I swear on my life that I will never forsake you!" In the previous lifetime, that promise had kept me shackled for decades.

I had been shown the real thing today. What a real beast he was. It was terrifying. If that were to go inside me, one motion could do what my husband did six-fold? Jetson was not entirely wrong. My husband was away from home most of the time. This fertile land of mine has gone untended. I had been burning with desire, like longing for rain in a drought. Watching the scene unfold, an indescribable urge turned into a warm current and surged up through my lower abdomen.

Fuck! Janice became utterly disappointed when she gazed at the two lines staring at her. The result is still positive! She is truly pregnant– with Nelson's child! She squeezed her eyes shut to dismiss every weight of resentment she's starting to develop towards the unborn child in her womb. Janice's strength almost left her immediately as she struggled to scrub her body for a proper bath due to disappointment.

The livestream cut off, replaced by a message from Sabine mocking me, "Did you see that? You’re just their toy. Whether it’s the Thornes or Cassian, the only child they’ll acknowledge is the one in my belly—the sole heir. "Once the test results for the babies inside you come out, your children will disappear completely. And so will you." As if sensing the threat, my abdomen suddenly twisted with sharp pain. Having experienced a miscarriage before, a terrible premonition flooded me. In my dazed state, I heard people whispering nearby. "A man covered in blood just came into the hospital. It’s terrifying." "He looked frantic, saying he was searching for a pregnant woman." "Oh my God… isn’t that

I stared at him. “You admit it?” “I’m your husband. I don’t need permission.” Heat immediately crept into my cheeks. Even now… Even after marriage… That word still affected me. Husband. Sometimes it still felt unreal. Especially during quiet moments like this. When we weren’t consumed by work or problems or complicated emotions. Just us. Inside the penthouse. Waiting for our child. A child. My hand instinctively rested against my stomach. And somehow… Everything still felt unbelievable. Liam noticed the movement immediately.

’ I ask, needing more details. ‘Well, there is a thing that exists between man and wife called sex. Have you heard of this before?’ ‘No, I haven’t,’ I say, feeling rather foolish that I don’t know what an appendage is. ‘Sex is what man and wife do to create babies. It is what I did with my husband Derrick so that we could create Ella and Grace,’ she says, smiling. I feel myself frowning and pulling a very odd expression. ‘During sex, men’s appendages are pushed into our lady garden, releasing their seed inside.’

I am aware that we are having sex but my mouth suddenly uttered that stupid question. "Theron, we always have sex. I can't even make a child on my own. I'm not Mama Mary. We do this process, you put your dick in my hole. Then, when you were satisfied, you shot your sperm inside me. Your sperm swim to find my egg cell, so a child was formed in my womb as my ehg cell and your sperm cell met," she explained. I closed my eyes and breathed heavily. She really explained the process of why she got pregnant.

Memories from the past began to drift into her consciousness. She vividly recalled that fateful day at the hospital, a day etched in her heart, where the doctor's words had pierced her and her husband's soul: "I'm sorry, Madam Claire, but due to the accident, your womb has been irreparably damaged. I'm afraid you'll never be able to carry a child in your womb again."

That's all you have to come up with an answer. I felt sick to my stomach at the thought of being married. I had just fallen out of a terrible excuse of a husband who had left me for death. The same man who, by some twist of fate, is hell bent on making me marry another man, however unbeknownst to him. I let out a sigh, as my shaky hands found their way to my stomach. I had lost my womb and wasn't sure I ever wanted marriage—even if it was fake.

I started hyperventilating. But why would my husband fake his own vasectomy? And why is it that all these years we’ve been having sex, I haven’t been able to conceive? What if it is me who is barren? No, but how can I be? I kept going to hospitals and they told me that I was fine. The problem had to be from my husband. So what is actually going on? I found myself asking these questions out loud, not realizing that I was still outside. I looked around and closed my mouth, hoping that nobody would know the little personal details of my life.