My Husband, Her Eggs, My Womb Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You haven't gotten me pregnant even once. I haven't had a single conception since marrying you." "And it's my fault that your womb is dead?!" I growled. "Or you just can't fertilize a womb," she countered in anger. "I have in fact fertilized a womb before," I hissed. "I have gotten a woman pregnant before! Find a solution to your dead womb and stop blaming me!" The defiance in her eyes slowly died down, replaced by an emotion that was foreign to me. Her body relaxed as she stared at me with cold, indifferent eyes.

Dr. Lambert looked reluctant and adjusted his glasses. “Mr. Griffin, Ms. Johnson has a weak body and had a hard time getting pregnant. You both tried for almost three years before it finally happened. The chances of it happening again are… If she finds out that the baby she worked so hard to have was aborted on purpose, it will be a disaster.” The anesthesia was already making my body go numb. I wanted to move, but I could only lift one finger. Albert Griffin walked in and stroked my hand. He smiled gently before turning to Dr. Lambert.

But one thing she knew he was serious as the way he said and his eyes held the darkest pupil looking damn dangerous and diluted made her drop her weapons in defeat. . . Time passed in a blow and when it became midnight she was unaware of it. Tears dried in her cheeks and eyes, having no more to let them flow. She lifelessly sat there on the bench staring at the sky meeting the water at some end till where she could see. A bitter smile appeared on her face and she spitted venomously. "Even the water which meets with the sky eats it up. Then I was just a human and my husband ate all my happiness. He didn't care what I wanted nor bothered to know. Just came and made me hear his decision which b

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.

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."