My Sterile Husband, His Pregnant Mistress Novels & Stories

He stuttered, "W-What are you talking about? H-How could I know? Wasn't it just an accident? I know you blamed me for not being there with you at the time…" "You didn't know?" I cut him off sharply and played a video. Onscreen was a covert conversation between him and my doctor, recorded in a secluded corner. "This medicine works quickly. If taken a few hours in advance, it will induce a miscarriage. If taken for more than three months, it may cause permanent infertility." The doctor added, "However, Ms. Kidman's pregnancy is already unstable. You might not even need…" "That won't be necessary, Dr. Shaw. The money has been wired to your account. Just keep your mouth shut."

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Juliet's raised her brows feeling stunned. "I just found out, " Mia nodded, "I tried to kill myself. You see me here but I am dead inside. I lost the will to live when I learned about his affair. What's giving me strength and the will to keep on living, is this hatred I bear for his mistress." Her face contorted with rage. "How are you convinced that your husband is having an affair?"

Something about the way he said it made my stomach tighten. “You do?” I paused, “I don't think I have met you before.” He hesitated. Vivian stepped between us. “Lydia, this is a private matter. Marcus and I need to talk, and I'm sure you have things to do.” “I did have things to do,” I replied. “Then your boyfriend asked me whether my husband had told me what happened that night.” Marcus's eyes flickered toward Vivian. “Your husband,” he repeated. “Yes. My husband.” I clenched my fist, “Ronan is my husband.”

I was the undisputed queen of high society. My arranged marriage to the city's wealthiest tycoon bloomed into genuine love, and together we had a son. But tragedy struck. A sudden car crash killed my husband on the spot and left our son in a comatose state with almost no chance of waking up. To protect the family empire, I adopted Josiah Barnes from an orphanage, grooming him strictly to heir-level standards. I gave him enviable status and limitless resources, with only one request. He had to complete a strategic alliance by marrying Charlotte Thorne, heiress to the Thorne family. Yet at my birthday banquet, Josiah showed up with his arm wrapped around a pregnant ex-con, demanding a show

His mistress. And when, I showed the photo to him, expecting a logical explaination, he didn’t show any course of remorse. He coldly threw a divorce document on my face and when I told him about my two weeks pregnancy, my own husband looked me in the eye and said, ‘Get rid of it!’ The pain I felt at that moment is unexplainable. It was as if my whole world crashed. “I specially made it with the recipe you gave me.” Mari-gold continues to flirt with my husband, giggling like a slut. Indirectly rubbing it on my face that she and Carlton had become so close again to be sharing recipe.

Her voice had lost all traces of sweetness. I was just staring at her. She was like that wild flower with a beautiful exterior— one that lures a person to go near it and touch it. But when they do, they are either eaten alive by the flower or poisoned. My heart was shrieking in so many emotions. This lovely looking yet poisonous snake was my husband's mistress. Although he told me there's no one beside me now, I can't stop feeling frustrated. Jace had promised me to be loyal and never keep secrets. And he never told me about his mistress— or the fact that the poor cousin he told me about was his mistress.

"But this happened before I got pregnant." "I know. I'm just pointing it out. Maybe it started as a mistake. But if she's already twelve weeks pregnant, then it clearly wasn't a one-time thing. What were you expecting? Even with protection, pregnancy is still possible. So don't be too surprised that your husband's mistress is carrying his child." He laid everything out so casually. He didn't soften a single word. He analyzed it as though I weren't the legal wife in the middle of all this. Or maybe that was his way of dragging me back to reality. That it was truly over.

The only indication he heard her was the tightening of his fist around the steering wheel. “You're no different than your mother, always making a big deal out of nothing." Silver added. “Is that supposed to be an insult?" Burke said flatly. “You tell me, what is the sense in holding us hostage because Maya exercised her human nature and got pregnant?” "You entered the car willingly. And she is not married.” Burke retorted. "Right, so we were married the first time we had sex? Or the countless times afterwards before we eventually got married?” Silver taunted.

It took every ounce of courage I had to tremulously tap open the second video clip. In the video, Max was shown bathing in a transparent glass shower, and two used condoms were lying on the carpet. The mistress purposefully zoomed in and asked Max in the video, "Max, you're so naughty, lying to your wife about being busy with work out of town." "How else would I find time to be with you?" he replied. "Isn't she about to give birth? Shouldn't you be there for her?"