My Sterile Husband, His Pregnant Mistress Novels & Stories

“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.”

His hands trembled as he retrieved his phone and scrolled through the consultation records from three years ago. “The patient is 8 weeks pregnant. Possible miscarriage.” It pained him to read those words. “Anna said it was just a stomachache that day...” He kept muttering the same sentence, and he suddenly recalled the look in my eyes as I lay in the hospital bed. He recalled the test results I had secretly hidden away and how I never again mentioned wanting a child. It had all been right there. He could've gone through his phone to check it. Claire took the opportunity to push herself up. She grabbed her Hermes bag and sneered, “Serves you right, you idiot! You deserve everything that’s com

“You don’t get to ask questions. You don’t get answers. You don’t get me.” The glow fades. But the damage is done. Both of us feel it. Something inside me shifted. Something real. Something dangerous. He rakes a shaky hand through his hair. “You shouldn’t walk away like this,” he says. “Not when things are this complicated.” “Complicated?” I laugh dark, humorless. “You mean because your mistress is pregnant?” His face tightens. “This isn’t fair.” “Oh, no,” I say. “Fair would have been honest. Fair would have been telling me before the world found out. Fair would have been treating me like your wife.”

Cutting ties with him now might actually be the better option. With that thought, Sonia no longer felt afraid. "So what if they aren't?" she snapped. "Mr. Stark, maybe you should take a good look at yourself. I was with you for so long and never got pregnant, but the moment I slept with someone else once, I ended up pregnant. Whose problem do you think that is?" Davis was already on edge. Her words snapped whatever little restraint he had left. His expression twisted in fury as he grabbed Sonia by the neck. "You filthy bitch! You used my money, enjoyed everything I provided, and still had the nerve to cheat on me. I'll kill you!"

“I couldn’t contact you, so I came here.” That day, due to the mess Malina caused, Myka blocked his number after yelling at him. “What brought you here?” “Malina, she—” Myka immediately cut him off. “It’s in the past now. I’m fine. Your wife is pregnant, and pregnant women are sensitive creatures. Spend more time with her so that she’ll stop suspecting you of keeping a mistress behind her back.” “I have indeed kept a mistress.” Sirius smiled. His smile was somewhat pure on his elegant face.

Larissa straightened up, her attitude neither haughty nor humble. "First off, there’s nothing wrong with me. I’m not pregnant simply because I don’t want to be. I’ve come clean to your son about this early on in our relationship. He was afraid that you couldn’t accept it, so he never told you about it. Secondly, your son did not find a surrogate, and he never informed me either. That woman who is four months pregnant is his mistress—oh, no, soon-to-be wife actually, because I’m already going to divorce your son. Thirdly, that woman crashed into the waiter herself. How she banged herself up has nothing to do with me."

He leaned closer. “What are you doing?” I mumbled thickly. “Well, how about me having my wife tonight?” “No.” I pulled away. “I’m not in the mood.” His hand stilled. “When will you be?” “I’m pregnant,” I snapped. “Pregnant or not, we’ve made love just twice,” he said, counting on his fingers. “You act like we’re… mismatched.” My stomach twisted. “If that’s the case, take a mistress among the maids.”

For three months, I got entangled with my brother-in-law, and I got pregnant. Cassius closed in on me, his eyes sharp. "You act like an innocent and chaste woman, but when I'm not around, you sleep around like a common wench." My eyes were turning red. I tried to hold everything down, but I couldn't anymore. "I'm pregnant with your brother's child, Cassius. Watch your tongue." Cassius punched the vase beside him, and he roared at me, "You know damn well how you got knocked up!"

Truly, only lovers knew each other best. Coral hit where it hurt the most. Stanley flew into a rage and started yelling, “You’re pregnant with my baby! If I’m low-class, you’re even lower-class than I am!” I laughed by the side. “She’s pregnant with YOUR baby?” I took out some reports and showed them to the cameras. “This is Stanley’s report. He is sterile. “These are screenshots from the security camera I installed in my adopted mother’s house.

He was truly a despicable person. Smack! Suddenly, his cheek burned with pain. A slap had landed, leaving the imprint of five fingers on his face. Old Master Sterling pointed at him, shouting: "Look at what you’ve done! You were by Catherine’s side all this time, and yet you didn’t tell the family she was pregnant. And now, my grandchild is dead. Do you see that?" After scolding him, Old Master Sterling clutched his chest, breathing heavily. Mrs. Sterling and Juliet quickly helped him sit down. Although Juliet’s expression remained worried, inside she was gritting her teeth in anger.