My Sterile Husband, His Pregnant Mistress นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“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.

In his opinion Mistresses are only for physical needs. I came back to my room and took a birth control pill immediately. It's one of his rule that I can never give birth to his baby. I entered into the washroom to take a shower. I looked at my reflection on the mirror and found a sad girl whose eyes are dead. Once happy and playful Meher is gone now. My body is covered by hickeys which are given by him. His scent is lingering on my whole body.

I used to be jealous of women whose husbands cheated, at least they were being touched. Mine barely looked at me anymore. Then one night he walked into our penthouse with his mistress beside him and calmly informed me she was pregnant. I wish I could say I handled it with dignity….I didn’t. Instead, I got drunk, disappeared upstairs at a masquerade gala and let a complete stranger drag sounds out of me that even I didn’t know I could make. I never saw his face, but now….he’s everywhere around me, looking at me like that night belongs to him too. And the more my husband tries to pull me back, the more dangerous the stranger becomes.

"Humor me and guess." I don't flinch from his playful provocation. "You want a collaboration with Project Silver, right?" I asked. "Then we can do that." After all, his influence can benefit the Project Silver once we confirm our collaboration. "Oh?" His voice is low and still edging with amusement in it. "But at what cost?" he slowly asked. I hesitate for a second before I replied. "Please help me." He silently watches me without moving from his position. "You probably heard about my situation." I quietly said. "My husband has a pregnant mistress now but he still wants to keep me as Luna. Alpha Ryan... He wants to treat me like a trophy on a dusty shelf."

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.

Whispered conversations gradually surrounded me as I stood there, absorbing curious and malicious stares alike. "Don't blame Kandice—she just lost a baby, so she's not herself," Wendy said softly, shrinking into Daniel's arms while wearing an innocent expression that made her words sound damning. "What? This woman had a miscarriage?" The room buzzed with gossip, as if I were some kind of pariah. I looked around at their ugly faces, memorizing each one. A man cheats, but somehow the woman who got hurt becomes the target of judgment. "Alright, settle down everyone. I heard the heir to Zenith Pharmaceuticals is coming tonight," someone called out loudly—clearly trying to shut me up.

Emma and I wandered the mortal world for two years. Sometimes we'd go see Jack. His fellow inmates all knew he had abandoned his wife and daughter to help his mistress make a movie, then disfigured her in a fit of rage after being dumped. None of them respected him, seeing him as a coward who could only bully those close to him. They couldn't trust a man who didn't even know his wife and daughter had died. When bullied, Jack just took it, never fighting back verbally or physically. He was like a soulless piece of wood.