My Sterile Husband, His Pregnant Mistress Novels & Stories

Viviana pulled away from her and asked her with concern. “The same thing that happened to you. My husband brought a mistress into the house and demanded divorce from me. She wasn't just pregnant. She came with a baby and my husband was the father of that child. I couldn't take this anymore. He was my fated mate. It would kill me to see him with another woman so I had to let go of him.”

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.

“I no longer have the means and access to the professionals to accomplish such a feat, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say I’m happy they’re dead. My husband has a penchant for huntresses in recent years, probably because they’re young and most have an almost perfect body from your profession’s need to work out. He was terrified of what I’d do to his subsequent mistresses that he hired professionals to keep them safe. Can you believe that? Hiring people to keep his mistresses safe from his own wife. And the most stupid part of his whole plan is that he thinks I don’t know. He hasn’t told me about the current crisis, but if I were to guess, I’d say his hired professionals screwed up.” “Clearly,”

I was already eight months pregnant and every time I did satisfy him, I had medical problems afterwards. It was gross enough that he was sleeping around, but to put me at that risk. I guess he didn't care. Some say maybe it's a s** demon. I spent my entire pregnancy sharing my husband with his mistress. He claimed they where just friends but I knew better. A year later, I really thought he would change after our son. I still had medical problems after pleading him. I know if I didn't, then I had no problems. I tried to keep him, I really tried so hard to satisfy him so that he would not to elsewhere.

All I could do was swallow my hatred and anger, watching him sleep with Nina while the bodies of me and my babies floated in the cold water. Zachary, growing uneasy at the silence, frowned deeper. "Sarah, did you hear me? If you're willing to apologize to Nina and let her be my wife, you can still stay by my side. I won't mind you giving birth to our twins, then. How about it?" How about you go to hell instead? I felt sick from the way he made it sound like he was doing me a favor. At this point, I couldn't wait to see his face when he finally laid eyes on our corpses.

I yawned as Adam ranted, my hand reaching for the file in front of me while I listened without bothering to interrupt. “Alaric… are you even listening to me?! I asked if you did it on purpose!” His voice was laced with frustration. “I’m literally watching the trending video on YouTube right now. Do you know what the title is? ‘Pregnant Mistress Causes a scene at the Wedding of the Ashford Family’s Heiress.’ Serena is fucking pregnant with Isla’s fiancé—” “Ex fiancé,” I cut him off, my voice colder than I intended.

The line went completely quiet for a brief second. I held the phone, listening to the steady, rhythmic breathing of my husband over the wireless network. He was sitting in a warm, luxury suite, completely misled by the woman who had ruined us, fully believing I was a fraud. He was protecting his wealth and his pride while I sat alone in the ruins of my fertility, bleeding on a cheap hospital mattress. I did not scream. I did not try to explain the surgery, the cold table, or the empty ultrasound screen. I did not tell him about the small, quiet room where they had taken my daughter's body.

"Why?" I forced the words out, pressing down the storm rising inside me. I couldn't believe that the husband I had loved for more than ten years had suddenly announced he had cheated. Leonard Pitt met my eyes without flinching. "Six months ago, someone drugged me. I accidentally slept with a young girl. "I gave her money afterward and sent her away, but the girl turned out fertile—she actually got pregnant." The corners of his mouth lifted before he realized it.

“Maybe not long enough to rule out the paternity of the child but… pardon the indelicacy, but have you two slept together recently?” “Yes,” she admitted. “But I’m around six weeks pregnant.” “Okay, and is it possible that you, like him, could have had some sort of mistress?” I suggested playfully, hoping to cheer her up. “Possibly, at least that is what he will think,” she replied with a wink. “But, who?” “Anyone, dear, anyone,” I nodded. “What about young Adam?” “I met him only a week ago, if that,” she replied. “I didn’t even know he existed until then.”

Susan framed, putting every atom of authority she could muster into the demand. “So it took me a couple of weeks to settle down into the idea of being married,” Leo murmured huskily, a bare brown shoulder shifting in an infinitesimal shrug, dark eyes resting on her hungrily, “A couple of weeks to come to terms with the fact that I had a wife who makes the perfect mistress... a little mental adjustment and here I am. Why sulk?” Susan awas speechless. It was like trying to argue with a maze that kept on increasing in complexity, losing her at every turn.