Nine Months Pregnant, I Left My Husband Novels & Stories

He’s gotten what he wanted. This conclusion left a bitter taste in my mouth and I didn’t know if to be thankful that I was still alive or to be disappointed that he’d finally won over me and all of my attempts to not get pregnant were in vain. My eyes watered at the realization that I was going to be bound to him for the next nine months and I turned away from him, as my heart squeezed painfully. “Prepare as much food as you can, in different varieties. She’ll have a pick when it’s served,” He spoke into the phone again before ending the call.

"You always have. From the first day we were together, Seraphina has always been more important than me." I walked toward the door and glanced back at him. "I'm just tired. I'm pregnant. I need to rest." With that, I walked out, leaving him standing alone in the room. Behind me, I heard his voice, tight with a panic I'd never heard before. "Evelyn! You can't just leave like this!" But I didn't look back. Walking down the hallway, I stroked my belly, a sense of calm washing over me. Twenty-nine days. Just twenty-nine more days, and I would be free.

My boyfriend, Nathan Bardot, stared at me in disbelief. “I’m asking about the baby in your belly! What’s going on? “I’ve been gone for ten months. If you got pregnant the moment I left, you should have already given birth by now. Explain yourself! What’s really going on?” He grabbed my wrist tightly. I felt a sharp pain and tried to pull away. His face darkened, and he tightened his grip. I got annoyed and snapped, “Are you crazy? I’m pregnant! What’s there to explain?”

Like grasping at straws, he tremblingly pulled it out. It was a folded pregnancy test report. My name was written clearly on it, dated just a week ago. In the results section, the words hit him like a punch to the gut—"Pregnancy: Positive." Below that, the doctor's notes were clear. "Early pregnancy is extremely unstable. Requires rest. Avoid crowds. Must not be exposed to Dewgrass or other potent herbs." Dewgrass? Garrett's hand trembled, and the thin paper fluttered to the floor. He staggered back a step, hitting the wall, his mind reeling.

He prescribed a bunch of medications and spoke to me in a serious tone. “You really need to take care of yourself. This pregnancy isn’t stable yet, so you can’t afford to be too stressed or overworked.” Seeing the worried expression on my neighbor’s face, I explained to the doctor, “He’s not my husband. “My husband’s away… on a business trip,” I added. The doctor nodded and went over some other precautions. “Make sure you share all this with your husband. He needs to start learning how to take care of a pregnant woman.”

====== After a few days, my husband told me that he had a trip to Canada and he was to be there for about 6 weeks. “Douglas, you travel a lot. Isn’t there a way you can do business without going every time? I really miss you!” I told him in the morning he was to leave. “It is the only way to sustain our life. I must work hard to feed my family and ensure you are all comfortable.” Douglas told me. I couldn’t imagine a first trimester with my husband away most of the time. But he had to go. As usual, Ken expected we would continue having sex after my husband went so one evening he approached me as I was fetching some water from our water tank.

"Where have you been all these years? Do you know how long I've been looking for you?" Howard Quinn yelled at me, stopping me in my path. His eyes gleamed maniacally as I looked worriedly at my son, Charlie Jerome, clearing the trash nearby. Howard's friends stood in front of me, glowering at me angrily. "You heartless woman! How could you be so cruel?" "Do you know that Howard had stayed single all these years because of you?" I ran away eight years ago when I was pregnant. Howard had never forgotten about me, constantly trying to find me. His friends were angry on his behalf.

I know it is the pregnancy hormones, he will say to her and take all she threw at him calmly and the thought of him not being at peace with Sadiqah also made him felt bad. He looked dejected and frustrated … He felt alone , And she felt bad, she was not helping … She seem to have given up on their relationship and for nine months , she has been more like the mother of his kids than his wife, Now, it is the time I change it before he loose it completely … I will not be able to forgive myself … He is my husband, the father of my kids and I love him.. He is my first and only love despite all that has happened between us.

"Madame Dalia, I assure you, Nine is pregnant. Maybe it is someone you don't know if but these tests do not lie. Nine is pregnant," Nine sat there quietly, staring at the floor, and, to her, it seemed like the world broke in two.

Fuck, he looked like a hot snack. Okay, so here is what's happening here. I was nine months pregnant. Yes, I still did exercises, I'm not lazy. I was very active before getting pregnant. So here is the thing: Christian was my husband's little brother. They had such a good relationship and were both successful. Christian ran a gym while my husband was one of the best plastic surgeons ever. Very best that right now he was in Colombia leaving us in New York to perform surgery on an important figure. He had been gone for a month now and before you wonder, yes our marriage was well… so well that I felt guilty for having these thoughts.