Nine Months Pregnant, I Left My Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Mallory, do you really think everyone here is stupid? I’ve used that same excuse nine times. Do you expect me to say it a tenth time too?” Mallory’s expression darkened immediately. She said with displeasure, “As you said, nine times. So, what is one more? You won’t even say something to defend Ruth. Is your love for her even real?” She spoke as if the request were perfectly justified. Over the past two years, ever since Ruth’s adopted brother, Peter Conroy, returned home, we had gotten married and divorced nine times. Every single time, she gambled our marriage against Peter in some bet.

Good. Because I had spent days feeling speechless, humiliated and abandoned. Now it was his turn. I stared out the window. “I was lying in a hospital bed with cuts all over my body. I had a concussion, Damien and my baby almost got hurt.” I swallowed hard and angrily wiped away the tears that started leaking from my eyes. “I was alone.” Damian lowered his eyes. “I was alone and I called my husband, over and over again” The tears rolled down my cheeks now.

"Take these background check forms. You'll need to fill them out for yourself, and there are additional copies for your mum, just in case we can expedite the placement." I took the heavy stack of paperwork, my expression faltering for a split second. "Oh. I don't have a husband to fill these out for." Matt paused, looking suddenly awkward. "My boyfriend left during the pregnancy," I explained matter-of-factly, refusing to let any shame bleed into my voice. "He decided he couldn't hack the responsibility of being a father, so he bolted before Laila was even born." Matt looked at me for a long moment, the awkwardness fading into a look of quiet, undeniable admiration.

She was nine months pregnant now and any time they would welcome a new member in their family. These nine months were too tough for the couple because of many new discoveries about the baby and her mood swings were terrible. All this time Mikhail was standing at his toes to run out of the mansion because she was being a ticking time bomb and he didn't want to feel her wrath on him. He was the one who suffered the most in her pregnancy time but she was near to her due time.

Then I walked away. Now, I am nine months pregnant and living with my mother-in-law. I’ve taken leave from my new position as a principal at a small school. Life has changed a lot. My husband and I have grown closer—we’re laughing more, talking more, and yes, even making love almost every day. For the first time in a long while, I feel like a wife who is both loved and desired. Soon, a new life will come into our world. And with it, I hope our happiness only grows stronger. [End]

He added, and she looked at him, waiting for him to say it. “Okay?” “During the nine months of pregnancy, you’ll be locked up in my house. No going out at all.” “Wha… what?!” “Shhh… Let me finish.”

Disgusted to the core, I hung up the phone. Today, I discovered a hidden side of my husband, who had been seen as a devoted and exemplary spouse for many years. Tears streamed down my face as my heart felt like it was being ripped apart. During the early stages of my pregnancy, I struggled with low progesterone and severe morning sickness. Even a sip of water would make me vomit. The doctor recommended bed rest, and Max insisted that I quit my job to focus on the pregnancy. With more time at home, I often found myself scrolling through the internet and stumbling upon various posts by pregnant women whose husbands had cheated on them during their pregnancies.

"You're sure?" "Yeah. It's work." I picked up my bag and moved it to the hook by the door and kept my back to him for just a moment, just long enough. "It's fine." "I'll be back by Friday at the latest." "Kian it's fine." I turned around and my face was doing what I needed it to do. Neutral. Calm. The face of a woman who was completely fine about three days alone at twenty three weeks pregnant while her husband flew to Edinburgh for a meeting. "Go. Do the meeting."

She rose to her feet slowly, then picked me up and pretended to wipe down my back for me. In reality, she then let me go on purpose so that I fell back down on the bed. The rage swirling in my chest caused my body to quiver. Yet, she misunderstood that to be a sign of fear. "Afraid, are you? I thought you'd always be on that high pedestal of yours." She sat back down and let out an extended sigh. "I've taken your blessings away." She placed her hand on her lower belly slowly. With a slight grin on her face, she said, "I'm pregnant with your husband's child. Even though they have the same father, my child…"

he said sure. Reya was surprised to hear her husband's answer, even though for a mother, losing a child is the hardest. Been pregnant for 9 months, containing a child in her stomach, going through the most difficult times until it finally arrived to give birth suddenly the doctor told her something that their child could not survive. That alone was driving her crazy, and she couldn't even imagine it. "But..."