My Sterile Husband, His Pregnant Mistress Novels & Stories

“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.

I hadn't said a word about the pregnancy. "You... you know?" I stammered, my hand flying to my midsection. A dark, slow smirk spread across Killian’s face—one that didn't reach his cold eyes. "I’ve had a tail on you since the night you left my estate, Little Bird. I know about the pharmacy visit. I know about the clinic under the name 'Sarah Miller.' I know about the heartbeat." He dropped to one knee, much like he had in the library, but this time his hand moved with reverent authority to rest directly over my womb. The heat of his palm seeped through the silver sequins of my dress.

he mocked. "I'd like to say no, but that's how it was. She was his dazzling, young, and wealthy mistress. Serge has always been more practical than sentimental. It doesn't take a genius to see what he saw in her. He left my mother for her. He's sidelined us ever since." "So, she was the mistress who got pregnant by a married man and raised a daughter who followed in her footsteps. A pair of gems, huh?" he continued mockingly with a touch that felt... personal?

The day I found out I was pregnant, my fiancé, Grant Hale, told me he was going to marry another woman. His childhood sweetheart, Chloe Bennett, had gotten pregnant unexpectedly, and he said he couldn't let her family throw her out over a baby no one would claim. I stared at him in disbelief. "I'm pregnant too. If you marry her, what happens to our baby?" He frowned. "Serena, don't start acting out now. You've always been strong. Even if you really are pregnant, you can wait a few months. Once Chloe has the baby, I'll give you the wedding you deserve." He thought I'd wait for him like a good girl. What he didn't know was that I'd hidden my identity as the heiress to one of the most powe

Photos of luxury cars in Hazel's name appeared, along with monthly transfers of 200 thousand dollars. "He uses his wife's money to buy cars and property for his mistress and provide her family with a comfortable life—all while claiming, over and over again, that he loves his wife." The room erupted. Cameras flashed wildly, every lens trained on Julian, whose face had gone ashen, and on his equally stunned parents standing beside him. Shocked, William growled, "What the heck is going on here, Julian?" Julian wanted to rush onto the stage, but security had already moved in and stopped him. He screamed at the top of his lungs, "Monica, are you insane? You're destroying me!"

After signing the divorce papers, I dialed my mentor’s number. “Professor Mary, about that research project in the Arctic—the one developing a new drug—please add my name back to the team.” Mary’s excited voice burst through the speaker. “You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?”

I grabbed the edge of the desk to steady myself. “Oh my God…” I whispered shakily. My husband was masturbating to pictures of his brother’s wife.

“You all are dismissed from my office, the company, unless you come up with a reasonable solution.” And I watched in disappointment as twenty lawyers hurried towards the door, bumping into each other to escape my wrath as it should be. As silence descended and I was left to my thoughts, I ran my fingers through my hair and jerked my tie to the side, ruining the billion-dollar image Claudia had spent hours perfecting. They wanted me to divorce my wife on the grounds of childlessness. To pressure me into having a child before the next twelve months. Only God knows why my grandmother thought it was brilliant to make a grandchild the clause for getting full control of the M$M.

The room became silent for a moment. Slap! I wasn’t saved, but was slapped again by Lily. “So, if you’re Mr. Gates’s wife. Then who am I? “Moreover, I’ve worked for Mr. Gates for five years and have known him for ten years. I’ve never heard of him being married. “How dare you deceive me, you shameless bitch?” I spat out a mouthful of blood and tried to explain. “We’re childhood sweethearts. I’m really his wife.”

He failed to see Alicia grinning wickedly. ♆♆♆♆♆♆♆♆♆ Anna walked into her husband's house, she met her husband fucking his mistress on the sitting room couch. The both of them didn't get up, instead they continued the very act they were doing. Anna stood right there and waited for them to finish their business. "Hmm, I never thought you would go back here. I was already getting prepared, to send your kids to an orphanage." Steve said getting up from his mistress, once he had filled her up with his cum.