My Sterile Husband, His Pregnant Mistress นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“What’s with the attitude? You going through menopause or something? You should probably get that checked. Go to the hospital tomorrow and get yourself on some meds.” As he spoke, his mind drifted, silently comparing his wife’s aging face and sagging figure with his young, beautiful mistress. The difference was night and day. After gorging himself outside, a man like him had no appetite for cold leftovers at home. He didn’t even bother pretending anymore. He couldn’t be bothered to keep things “fresh.” All he wanted was for her to die already so he could toss her out like trash. “Harry Yates! You ungrateful bastard!” Stella screamed the moment the door shut. “It’s not enough that you’re keep

I was woken up by the sound of an argument from the next room. "...When did you get a vasectomy? Why didn't you tell me? Are we not going to have any children? Shouldn't you be even happier with me?" From next door, Steve's deep, cold voice drifted over, "Alice, having you is enough for me. I don't want any trace of her left in our lives. As for the babies, I'll find a way to get rid of them. You just need to be Miss Shaw." It turned out he had everything planned out.

"How did I age this much? If my husband sees me like this and stops caring for me, what will I do? All of you, get out! Go find me something that will keep me young forever. Don't come back until you do! "And if any of you breathe a word to my husband about how I look, I'll have you beaten to death!" Every maid in the household scrambled and went running. My expression had long since returned to normal. Josy, still in my arms, was panicking. She seemed to realize something was wrong and thrashed wildly, trying to escape. I tucked Josy gently into her cage and smiled. "I've found you 50 wild and vigorous little husbands. Are you excited?" Seven days later, Edmund's carriage pulled up outside

Had I imagined all of it? Had I been the only one feeling anything real? My hands trembled as I pressed them into my lap, trying to steady myself. I should tell him now about the baby. But the words refused to come. How could I after he just called me his mistress? Because how could I tell a man who had just reduced me to nothing that I was carrying his child? Footsteps echoed down the hallway and my body stiffened. Something felt off. When Toby re entered the room, the air shifted instantly.

My colleagues at the hospital started giving me strange looks. They'd gather in corners whispering, exchanging meaningful glances whenever I walked by. Occasionally I'd catch snippets of their conversations. "What's going on with Dr. Porter's husband?" "He's got a mistress, obviously." "Having a mistress is one thing. But bringing her to our hospital and flaunting their relationship? That's just cruel." "I heard Dr. Porter did something to deserve it. They've been married five years and still no kids."

His body wasn’t as sexy as Greg’s, since I hadn’t met Greg yet, but Hugo had a unique charm that set him apart from other men. He took me high and satisfied me several times. We tried a few different positions, though afterward we lay exhausted on the sofa, our bodies drenched in sweat and panting as if we’d run laps around a field. “Thank you, love,” he said. I turned and kissed his cheek. “Your performance was pretty good, too. But you forgot to wear a condom.” Hugo smiled and said, “Don’t worry. I’ve sterilized myself. So you won’t get pregnant.”

Dr. Lambert looked reluctant and adjusted his glasses. “Mr. Griffin, Ms. Johnson has a weak body and had a hard time getting pregnant. You both tried for almost three years before it finally happened. The chances of it happening again are… If she finds out that the baby she worked so hard to have was aborted on purpose, it will be a disaster.” The anesthesia was already making my body go numb. I wanted to move, but I could only lift one finger. Albert Griffin walked in and stroked my hand. He smiled gently before turning to Dr. Lambert.

“Stop this nonsense. You’re just making up stories. If you were really my husband, you would have been there for me when I had my accident. But you weren’t.” Stephen tried to defend himself, but Alena raised her hand, cutting him off. “Enough! I don’t want to hear any more of your lies. The truth is, Lucas is my husband.” Hearing this, Stephen’s face twisted with anger. He grabbed Alena’s hand and shouted, “So, you really believe Lucas is your husband?” “Yes!” Alena exclaimed, pulling her hand free. “He is my husband, and he always will be. He’s the man who stood by me when I was struggling, who cared for me and my child when no one else did. He is my family!”

No respite could be found from the relentless tears that streamed down her face, a reflection of the overwhelming pain that consumed her. The man she had called her husband, the one she had invested her love and loyalty in, stood revealed as a cold-blooded murderer and a consummate liar. The realization struck her like a thunderbolt, intensifying the ache in her heart. It became painfully evident that his affections were merely a facade, a charade performed under duress. Riya, in her naivety, had failed to see the truth behind his empty promises and hollow declarations. She was nothing more than an obligation, a pawn in a twisted game, and her husband's actions had rendered their marriage de

Why would they reconcile in front of his mistress? “The man owns this bar. His wife is the other owner. And the mistress works as a waitress here,” Zachary explained. Sandy looked to her right and then to her left. She was completely befuddled now. The relationship between those three people was not the same as what she thought she knew previously. She had long since known that the owner of the bar was hooking up with the waitress and lady owner. There was nothing about how he was working himself half to death so he could support his family.