My Husband, Her Eggs, My Womb Novels & Stories

“Your husband will never find out, as far as I keep my mouth shut and you do as well unless you’re moaning my name, that’s the only time you’re allowed to open your mouth about me to him.” Bella Sinclair has always been a sad wife to a man who hated her and couldn’t stand her existence. A night out alone turned to her getting her brains fucked out by a one night stand who ended up being her husband’s best friend. How would she cope knowing she loves her husband and this new addition to her life has suddenly become an irresistible addiction:

Hannah Fox dedicates all her time and life to her husband and son. She thought her marriage was going well and her life was perfect. However, one day at a dinner party, she witnessed Jason Howard, her much-loved husband, kissing another woman’s lips. The betrayal shook Hannah’s life. At that moment, she realized everything she had done for her husband was in vain. However, fate brought her together with Chris Walker, who had also experienced failure in his marriage. They both had been betrayed by the partners they loved, and the betrayal had brought them to the lowest point in their lives. What happens to Hannah’s life next? Will she find happiness with Chris?

I get undressed and hide in my husband's dorm at work to surprise him. Yet it backfires on me—instead of my husband coming, his three colleagues are the ones who show up. They're thoroughly aroused by my lingerie and have their way with the cooking lady on the kitchen counter. It's such a raunchy scene that desire burns within me. I pleasure myself while watching them but accidentally moan out loud. The men turn to look at the closet where I'm hiding…

For ten years, Autumn Lewis and Julian Carter were childhood sweethearts. After three years of marriage, all she got in return were injuries, neglect from her brothers, and betrayal from her husband. When Autumn found out she had stage-two stomach cancer, something in her finally let go. She picked herself up and rose from an unnoticed employee to a powerhouse in the tech world. As soon as the divorce cooling-off period ended, she tricked Julian into signing the papers and made a clean break. The next time they met, the ever-calculating Julian’s eyes turned red as he tore up the divorce certificate. “Autumn, I was wrong. We’re not getting divorced. If I could give you my stomach, I would—just please don’t leave me.” Her once-proud brothers now pleaded, “Autumn, forgive us. Your sister-in-law is filing for divorce. Could you spare us some money?” Just then, a man stepped out from behind her, lifted his shirt slightly, and sneered. “Autumn, why waste your time on these jerks? Look at me instead.” Indeed, affection that came too late was worth less than dirt. She didn’t care for it anymore.

When I'm eight months pregnant, my husband, Levi West, becomes a donor to help his ex-girlfriend get pregnant. He even brings her and their illegitimate child home, wanting me to serve them. I refuse, and he calls me inhumane. "Audie's lost her husband—what's so bad about her wanting to have a child? You're a woman, too! How can you be so cruel?" I leave the house in anger, but Levi doesn't care. "Where can a country girl like you go when you're so heavily pregnant? You're going to come back and beg me to take you in again!" I head to the hospital to get an abortion. Then, I return to the countryside and rear pigs with my grandmother. Later, when Levi sees my flat belly and asks to see our child, I throw a handful of ashes in his face. "There you go. It's all there."

My husband was out cold. Middle of the night, his phone lit up on the nightstand—chat app blowing up. I leaned over and grabbed it, quiet as a breath. Messages from someone named 'Viv.' Her last one? [Goodnight, Matt.] I had my fingerprint saved, but I'd never used it. Six years of trust. Six years of believing he was loyal—maybe too awkward to cheat. But something felt off. So I tapped in. And just like that, I opened Pandora's box. My heart? Tanked.

The lab blew, and my girlfriend—Beatrice Whitmore—didn't even glance my way. She bolted straight for Joseph, wrapping herself around him. When the dust settled, she climbed into the ambulance with him. I was still on the ground, bleeding out, and she didn't spare me a look. Eighteen years raising him, and apparently, that was all the space her heart had left. My coworkers dragged me to the hospital. ICU, barely breathing. When I finally clawed my way out, throat raw, I called my advisor. "Prof. Beaumont, I'm in. I'll go. Even if it means disappearing for five years, I don't care." That was supposed to be my wedding month. Not anymore.

On our seventh wedding anniversary, I found another woman’s lace thong in my bedroom. My husband, Mark Donovan, stood in front of the closet and said coldly, “She’s just a kid, Leslie. Don’t make this ugly.” That “kid” was pregnant with his child. That “kid” had already moved into my home, worn his shirts, slept in my bed, and made him cut down the magnolia tree my dead parents planted for me. Everyone in the Donovan family thought I would scream, cry, and beg. After all, I had loved Mark for nine years. But this time, I only picked up my suitcase. Because they didn’t know one thing. The divorce had already been filed. The Donovan wife’s emerald brooch had already been returned. And the evidence against his precious little mistress had already been delivered to the old Don. Mark thought I was walking out of his mansion. He didn’t know I was walking out of his life. Forever.

I caught my husband cheating in the most humiliating way possible. Before I could even recover, Theron, the Alpha I rejected at eighteen, returned with a ruthless offer: thirty days with him in exchange for everything my ex stole and his complete destruction. I agreed, knowing Theron is powerful, possessive, and still remembers my rejection. What I thought was a simple deal for revenge might actually drag me back into a bond far more dangerous than the man I left behind.

Layla had lost everything and if she didn't act fast enough, her dad would die. Turning to her boyfriend for help, she caught him cheating on her with her best friend and realized they had only been using her all this while. Forced to have a one night stand, Layla ends up in a more devastating situation as she realizes the man she fucked to save her dad was the same man who married her mum and destroyed her family. What was Layla going to do now, especially when he is a pathway to her getting her revenge on her ex-best friend?