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?"

She pointed at a menu. “It's Charlene.” He replied. She poured the onions into the wok, and he began stirring it. “Oh,” She uttered a feeble response, looking at the menu. “Why are you having different menus?” “Nothing.” He couldn't tell her his wife was pregnant. Nevertheless, Henrietta was aware of her pregnancy. Luciana had informed her, although Luciana didn't believe Richard when he told her, since they were having a dispute when he mentioned it, she believed he made it up to convince her. She had nonchalantly informed Henrietta. The menu cleared Henrietta's doubts. ‘So she's really pregnant.’ She thought.

He was gone for days, and when he came back and learned that Stella's vocal cords were abnormal, that she was mute, he looked at me with disgust. "There were no problems during the prenatal checkups. If something's wrong now, it must be because you ate something you shouldn't have while pregnant. This is all your fault," he said. "I don't want a broken child. Send her to the countryside to live with your parents. We'll have another one." But Stella was my baby whom I carried for months. I could not possibly send her away. I got on my knees before Cedric and begged him to let me keep Stella. My C-section wound started bleeding, staining the tips of his shoes red. Only then did he reluctantly

I said, wishing to have said that in my head, but I found myself blurting it out, leading her to chuckle. "More so," she continued, ignoring my blunt outburst. "I knew you were meant to be something other than being a housewife to a lunatic. My late husband, who was close to Malek, on my orders, convinced him to take mistresses while giving him meds to prevent him from getting you pregnant. But, while he did that, he also didn't get those girls pregnant, which caused him to be frustrated." She circled me slowly. "He didn't take one of the meds my husband prescribed that day, and I guess that was the time he got him pregnant. And, you gave birth to a deformed boy."

Anderson's Mansion Manhattan, New York, US. 7 AM "You're pregnant…" Mikael muttered with difficulty. He looked up and stared at her with pain—as if the fact he had just concluded hurt so badly that it choked him. "You're pregnant... but you killed him." Claire wasn't really sure what she was doing. Even if it was faint, she could see a glint of happiness in Mikael's eyes when he found out about her pregnancy—as if Mikael had expected all of that.

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?"

“No, there’s a 99.9% chance that the baby won’t survive. You can’t get pregnant safely. Your husband should love you for who you are, not just for the prospect of having children. You need to take care of yourself first. You’re already thinking about a baby and your husband’s feelings, but a baby needs its mother more than its father. It’s dangerous for you to get pregnant. I’ll prescribe some medications for the pain and precautions you need to take during intercourse to avoid pregnancy.” Mia’s thoughts swirled. She wondered why she prioritized Ethan’s pain over her own, why she put his desires above her own safety. The doctor’s words echoed in her mind, forcing her to confront the harsh re

“That night? When you dressed half-naked? When you told me you met him?” “No!” she cried. “I told you everything!” “How long?” I pressed. “Since we married? Since you became my mistress? Have you been seeing him behind my back all these while?” Tears streamed down her cheeks. “Never! I swear!” My hands shook. I wanted to believe her. Gods, I did. But the facts were merciless. I was sterile. She was pregnant. The math was cruel. “I’ve only ever been with you,” she whispered. “I don’t understand either.”