Romans & histoires My Sterile Husband, His Pregnant Mistress

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.

I stared at it helplessly. I had no idea what I was looking at. She moved the machine around my stomach again, pulling it outward to get a better view.“On your intake form you indicated that pregnancy wasn’t possible.” “Why do you think that?” She set the machine aside on the table. “Um…” The words stuck in my throat like a lump. “My husband is sterile,” I choked out. The doctor raised her eyebrows slightly. “I see.” She removed her gloves slowly. “I’m going to check something,” she said. “But I need you to stay calm, Miss Jerry.”

“Not only that, the baby in her arms isn’t even Justin’s! It’s her lover’s kid. Her so-called ‘cousin' and that gigolo from the bar! "And Justin, that absolute fool, still comes home every day and kisses that kid. I feel sick just watching it." My grip tightened around the glass. My knuckles turned white. Justin was my husband of five years. I thought he had been waiting for me faithfully in the country, holding our home together. Before I left for Afrikad, he had held me at the airport, his eyes red from crying. He promised he would take care of both our families, keep up with the mortgage payments every month, and wait for me to come back so that we could finally have a child together.

"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.