My Sterile Husband, His Pregnant Mistress Novels & Stories

The man I shared a bed with for the past five years had a legally wedded wife and two children. To make things worse, he had been secretly dosing me with contraceptives all this time! Now, I was pregnant with a child he would never acknowledge as his. - I wandered out of the company like a lost soul. Victoria Winston was the heiress to the Winston business empire. I was more than familiar with that name. Daniel Hudson had ranted about her more than once. “Victoria is arrogant just because she’s rich! I’ll never marry her, not even if I go broke!

The next day, Wilson smiled brightly as he booked a hotel and threw a massive celebration. He was over the moon, telling anyone who would listen about his upcoming fatherhood. I watched him, so full of joy, and decided to let bygones be bygones, thinking maybe that was the start of our happily ever after. However, then, after the party, his mistress found out I was pregnant and pegged me as the homewrecker. It turned out that Wilson's other woman was a reporter.

“You sure about that? No one would announce something like this on national television unless it was confirmed. She’s probably had a hospital run tests. Otherwise, she wouldn’t dare say it.” “Then the baby isn’t Asher’s. Just like how Leah got pregnant with your kid and told Tristan it was his.” Cyrus chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “That’s possible. But let me hit you with a hard truth—99% of the time when a mistress gets pregnant, it’s not some grand scheme. The husband just cheated. You think Asher never had the chance but trust me, it doesn’t take long to knock someone up. Talking from a man’s experience.”

She had said it so matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Can’t have children?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. “What do you mean?” She scoffed, her lips curling into a twisted smile. “Exactly what I said. Your husband, Grayson Anderson, is sterile. He’s been that way for years. So, unless you’ve been getting cosy with someone else other than my husband, that thing you’re carrying isn’t his.” I felt the floor tilt beneath me, the room spinning as the weight of her words pressed down on me. Could it be true? Was this some twisted game she was playing, or was there some truth to her words?

“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."

Mark interjected. “What kind of scandal?” “He used to date his father’s girlfriend. So, his father, who was a widower, had a girlfriend, a young girl around twenty-seven years old. No one knew Greg had feelings for his father’s girlfriend. Until one day, the woman gave birth. But it turned out that Greg’s father had sterilized himself, so his lover couldn’t get pregnant. After being pressed, the woman finally admitted that the child she gave birth to was Greg’s, and that she had been in a relationship with two men at the same time. Boom, what a plot twist.”