Novel & Cerita My Sterile Husband, His Pregnant Mistress

I said, my voice straining as I realized that my advice also applied to me. “And who said that I would be having two wives?” He suddenly asked me and I scoffed, about to turn around to go back to taking my clothes, Drake could be unreasonable but I wasn’t going to be caught dead in that trap, I was out of here. His hands reached out and stopped me, catching my wrist and making me turn to face him, our bodies merging with our chest and my breath became ragged. “There has been a change of plans, you are going to be my contract mistress” he said and I snatched my hand from his grip as I froze, staring at him in disbelief. "Mistress? Are you insane? I refuse!"

If you might know she is trying to steal my husband from me. 'You are lying.' 'Erm, why would I?' "Because i was told you would say just that, you and i know the truth that you are the one who took her man from her. Now i am not saying that what she is doing is right but i mean how heartless could you be and you even had the audacity to get pregnant. That... is very low even from you.' 'Are you done ranting?! that good for nothing liar painting me black in her mental deranged mind1' oh hormones why am I crying!

"If you want us to be together, this is the only way. Sharelene won't be your problem. No one will know what's going on." No one would know that he had a mistress. She would forever remain like a shadow in his life. And while Sharelene stood under the spotlight with him, facing the world, she would forever remain non-existent. A mistress. No one would know she existed. No one would know what was going on. "Why are you doing this to me, Ken?" She gazed into his eyes through the blurriness in hers. "Do you hate me... this much? Why are you giving me this treatment?"

Now, he was standing beside Myra. A dull ache spread through my chest. My urge to divorce was stronger than ever. George glanced my way, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. I turned away. But even those few seconds were enough for viewers to screenshot my reaction and turn it into a trending meme. "LOL! Looks like Bitchel Miller didn't expect her dream man to show up with his wife. Let's see if she'll still be a delusional fan after this!" "Bitchel Miller's stunned face is priceless. I can't stop laughing."

The sheer nerve of him to falsely accuse his wife of cheating, while he accompanied his mistress to her checkup! [His poor wife! I guess nobody can have it all, huh? We all thought she hit the jackpot by landing herself a charming, rich husband, but turns out he's an utter scum. The sheer nerve of him to turn the narrative against poor Nikita! I bet he's using his power and money against her!] [Does anyone know what the mistress is doing at the hospital? Do tell!] The original poster replied a few minutes later. [She's here to get an abortion.]

But maybe they needed this, a reminder of how good things could be between them. Closing her eyes, Cat surrendered herself to the moment. She pushed back against her husband’s body, feeling his hands move from her breasts down to where their babies lay nestled within her swollen belly. His touch, gentle yet possessive, reassured him of their safety. In a husky voice, he whispered in her ear, telling her, “We are going to have to be quick.” Her eyes snapped open in surprise. Here? Now? She had never imagined that they would find themselves having sex in a cleaner’s closet.

All I knew, with a desperate certainty, was that I wanted my husband back. "But how can you say that? You didn't see him. He has another woman, a mistress! He has been having her all these years. They have a child. She is pregnant. They're expecting another baby!" "I understand what you're saying, dear," my mother-in-law said calmly. "I need you to relax. I know it's all-new, and you're still in denial, but that is the reality of things. It is true; Ryan does have another woman, a mistress. They do have a child together. They are expecting another child. But you are forgetting that you're the wife."

"You're stressed. You can't get tired or worry. I told you to not think about anything else. Just focus on getting better, okay? For the baby." It felt like a thousand needles were piercing my heart. Especially as I watched Darius worry about Martha and their baby. I was so envious. "Is it okay that I'm here?" "What do you mean?" "It's Tessa. How is she? You're still married, I don't want to—" "Don't worry about her. I talked to her. She's okay with this." No! I'm not okay! Why do I have to adjust? I'm his wife, and he promised we'd try. How can we do that now when his mistress is living in our house? And she's pregnant?

Forget the monologue I’d prepared – this was my moment. “My husband is a real joker, you know, talking about how I’m the one who forgets about her responsibilities and obligations when he’s the one who got his mistress – my stepsister, his sister-in-law – pregnant! I’m done playing house with him. We may be married but we are not in love, and he’s a disgusting, filthy cheater!”