Nine Months Pregnant, I Left My Husband

Ang maganda at masayang relasyon ni Amaya at ng nobyo niyang si Anthony ay biglang nagbago dahil sa isang gabing muntik na siyang mapagsamantalahan ng mga lalaking tila sabog sa ipinagbabawal na gamot. Lumaban si Anthony para sa kaniya, ngunit sa kasamaang-palad, may isang nagbuwis ng buhay ng gabing 'yon. Nakapatay si Anthony at nakulong dahil sa pagtatanggol sa kaniya. At bilang pagbawi, ginawa ni Amaya ang lahat para makausap si Atty. Nicholas San Martin --ang magaling na abogadong kilala niya. Hiningi niya ang tulong nito para matulungan ang nobyo na makalaya. Ngunit nabigo si Amaya, tinanggihan siya ng lalaki at umalis pabalik ng Maynila. Walang balak sumuko si Amaya para sa nobyo. Ngunit hanggang saan niya kayang lumaban para dito kung ang hinihinging kapalit ni Atty. Nicholas para sa pagtulong na gagawin ay siya mismo. "You want me to help him? Then, marry me." Nawindang si Amaya sa alok ng boss niya. Pagpapakasal dito kapalit ng tulong para sa kaniyang nobyo? Dalawa lang ang pagpipilian niya, magpapakasal kay Atty. Nicholas kapalit ng kalayaan ni Anthony o tatanggi siya kapalit ng habambuhay na pagkakabilanggo ni Anthony.

I did not get pregnant in the five years that I was married to Julian Gunter. He claimed that there was something wrong with his body and asked me not to leave him. But one day, I was sent to the hospital because of a stomach ache and continuous bleeding. A nurse came in and gave me an injection. She muttered impatiently, “Can’t you hold yourself back? You’re pregnant, but you had such vigorous love making. It serves you right that you lost your baby.” I endured the pain and walked out. “Mr. Gunter wanted Mrs. Gunter to have a permanent contraceptive injection after her fifth miscarriage. Don’t worry. Mr. Gunter has a way around it.” “The heir of Gunter Group can only be Mr. Jack Gunter.” Jack was the son of Julian’s sister-in-law.

Seorang peramal yang Caca temui memberi tahu dia bahwa semua kesialan dalam hidupnya akan hilang, jika Dirinya bisa melahirkan seorang anak. Dia sudah putus asa pada nasib sial yang sejak lahir selalu menghantuinya. Sedangkan untuk bisa hamil, suaminya sama sekali tidak bisa diandalkan. Tahun lalu ia telah dinikahi lelaki misterius yang belum pernah ditemuinya sama sekali sampai sekarang. Lelaki itu hanya membiayai hidupnya, memberikan fasilitas dan membiarkannya tinggal sendirian bersama beberapa pelayan di dalam hunian elit miliknya. Entah apa yang membuatnya berfikir begitu, Caca meyakini; bahwa suaminya adalah seorang yang sudah tua, jelek dan botak. Caca pun memutuskan untuk pergi ke klub malam, mencari bibit unggul agar dirinya bisa hamil. Namun siapa sangka jika target bibit unggulnya adalah suaminya sendiri yang selama ini belum pernah ia temui?

Jess stared at the thing in-front of her wondering if her eyes were playing some sick joke on her. It couldn’t be, how had this happen? When had it happen? Enlightenment dawned on her as the color drained from her face, was life not cruel enough for her, now this, this sick joke that she was thrown into. Did it even make sense for her to notify the father? “Damnit”she cursed as a twisted laugh left her lips wasn’t it already enough that she would die soon. But now because the bitch called life wanted to toy with her some more she made her pregnant. And for whom?? Her laugh quickly turned into a sob. She was now pregnant for a slave no less.

Rogues suddenly attacked the werewolf hospital. My husband, the captain of the rescue team, rushed over. Everyone thought he had come to protect me. But he rushed straight to his teammate Ayla, completely oblivious to the rogue behind him raising a dagger. Without thinking, I lunged forward and pushed him out of the way. But to my surprise, he grabbed me and held me in front of his childhood friend. The dagger pierced my abdomen, killing our pup. When my colleagues tried to save me, my mate, Paolo Greco, pulled them away. “Save Ayla first! If anything happens to her, I’ll sue your hospital in the werewolf court!” My colleagues looked at him in shock. “But your mate is bleeding heavily! She can’t even stand up now! Ayla only has a cut on her arm; her condition isn’t critical.” I clutched my bleeding abdomen. Heartbroken, I told my colleagues to save her first. “Forget it. Save her first.” Paolo, you saved my life once. I am returning the favor. From that moment, we owe each other nothing. We should never meet again.

I married Rafe Maretti—the man who owned the Maretti Casino empire. Sophisticated, ruthless, but sinfully charming. By year three of our marriage, I introduced my little sister to his nephew, Adam Moretti—twenty-five, all sharp smiles and sharper ambition. He ran the dirtier side of the family’s business—arms, drugs, the kind of trade that dripped blood and money in equal parts. I married the powerful, irresistible uncle. She married the young, dangerous nephew. It was supposed to be our fairytale. Then one day, I got kidnapped in Rafe’s casino. Snatched by a rival mafia family desperate to force Rafe to sign over one of his biggest, most profitable casinos. Except Rafe didn’t answer the phone or even notice I was gone. The kidnappers grew impatient. First, it was slaps. Then punches. Then they shattered my leg and buried a knife in my stomach. Still no word from my husband. Until finally, after what felt like a hundred unanswered calls, a single message came through. "I’m with Bianca. She’s having a stomach. Stop calling." Once the kidnappers realized I had no value, they dumped me in a rotting warehouse like discarded luggage. It was Isla, my sister, who found me. She got me out. And then the brakes failed. The car spun out. Isla went unconscious beside me. I tried calling Adam. Isla’s husband. But as soon the call went through, all I could hear was. “Leave me along. Isla, I am in the middle of something here.” When I clearly heard a woman’s voice in the back. If not for a passing stranger, Isla and me wouldn’t have made it to the hospital, let along have survived. So when I opened my eyes again, the first thing I thought was: I’m divorcing that sorry bastard. The Maretti can go to hell.

Maria Hudson, a twenty three years old writer in New York. Jake Adrian Vance, twenty seven years old and One of the youngest Billionaire's in New York. It was just a one night stand, she wasn't supposed to get pregnant, but she did. I guess the stars did not align in her favour. ~~~~~ "When were you going to tell me, you are pregnant." Even though I have not heard him talk a lot of times I knew that voice. ~~~~~ "You are good with words, I will give you that. But I don't think I need to remind you that it's our unborn child binding us together and that does not mean we should be together together." "Why not?" He asked as he took the first bite of his cake. "Because." "'Because?" He promoted. "Because I am not attracted to you." I rolled my eyes at him. "You think?" "I know so." "Let's find out, shall we?" He smirked at me as he stared at me and then placed his plate of chocolate cake on a table.

Menikah dengan orang yang kamu cintai diam-diam memang membuatmu bahagia. Sayangnya meski kamu memang dinikahi lebih dulu tapi bukan berarti kamu adalah yang pertama dihatinya. Bahkan kamu tidak pernah ada disana. Dia hanya menganggapmu sebagai adiknya sendiri. Tidak lebih. Dan kamu harus menerima jika kamu akan membagi suamimu sendiri yang tetap menikahi kekasihnya bahkan setelah pernikahan kalian.Bahkan suamimu tidak pernah menganggapmu dan memperlakukanmu dengan baik.Pernikahan impian yang kamu inginkan hanya angan belaka. Lantas apakah kamu akan tetap menjalani pernikahan sepihak yang hanya membuatmu terluka atau pergi dari pernikahan itu dan mencari kebahagiaanmu sendiri?Hidup itu pilihan.

I had personally trained Damiano Vestri and brought him up the ranks to become the mafia’s Don. The family’s inner circle accepted him, and he was loyal only to me. Whenever bullets went flying, he would always shield me and take many of them for me. The night before our wedding, I waited for his return, but what I got was news of his death. A week later, I received an email with a pregnancy report and a photo. The photo showed Damiano caressing another woman’s belly. It turned out he had faked his death so that he could be with his first love. The due date for her pregnancy was approaching. I scoffed and clicked the safety off on my gun. If he wanted to fake his death, I would help him turn it into a real one.

My boyfriend suddenly posted something on his Instagram. [I’ve offered my body and soul to the country.] I was about to ask what he meant when he sent me a plane ticket to the northwest. He explained that the mission was confidential and that he could not be in contact with me during this time. Ten months passed. He was supposed to be away, but he came home unexpectedly and caught me at a prenatal checkup. When he saw my eight-month-pregnant belly, his face turned pale with anger. “I’ve been gone for ten months. How are you pregnant?” I shrugged and said, “Weren’t you supposed to be gone for three years? Why are you back after just ten months?”