Nine Months Pregnant, I Left My Husband Novels & Stories

Or does that baritone voice sound all too familiar to Lennox? Nah... My ears got to be hearing wrong because what will my husband be doing in my sister's room discussing about divorcing someone? "Well, plan something fast because it's hard enough that I had to carry your child for nine good months while keeping your secret for you. Now I just put to birth and I'm not ready to be a single mom, Lennox..." wait... what?... Lennox?! Did my brain just played a fast one on me or did I really hear Lennox?

Thinking about it only drives the point deeper. A sharp pain strikes my lower abdomen, and I wince, clutching my stomach so fast I have to exhale slowly and lay my palm over it. My pup squirms mischievously again. I know he needs me. I have to hurry up and do everything I can, quickly. After the Moon Goddess Festival, I’ll leave. Nineteen days left. I’ve been counting so obsessively that sometimes I recite it in my sleep. It feels like a lifeline to me.

Then, she claimed that she had to be away for a work trip for six months. When she came back, Jack’s routine had stabilized. He was barely crying after that. However, she went on another work assignment for a full year. It turned out those were not work assignments. She could not stand Jack’s cries and my haggard appearance, so she had an affair with him. When she could no longer hide her pregnancy, she simply found an excuse and left to give birth. She had been carrying on an affair for nine years of our ten-year marriage. She did not say another word.

I am correcting the record. *In 2019, I left New York under circumstances that have been partially addressed in recent legal proceedings and extensively addressed in my own prior public statement. What has not been addressed, until now, is that I was pregnant when I left. I was eight weeks along. I had not told my then-husband because I had very specific reasons not to, reasons that the evidence now in the public record makes self-explanatory.*

What was I thinking, it's only been three days since I went to the hospital but because of my feelings, I blew things out of proportion, and again because of the pictures or perhaps the words of Sebastian got into my head. "I have nine more months to leave," I said feeling the last drop of tears roll down my cheeks. I had really thought it was impossible to fall for somebody like him but turns out that everything is possible even the word impossible has possible on it. I struggled to keep my eyes open but I can feel my eyelid closing and shouting down, I haven't had dinner, and I rarely had anything today, which could be bad for the baby right? I wouldn't know...

The year 1999 before the millennium hit, the economy was doing well and inflation was no longer felt. Katerina was nine months pregnant at that time but our relationship was on the rocks and what kept us holding on was our unborn baby Matt also talked to us about it and he said that we should try to work out our relationship for the baby’s sake. Matt knew that it will break his mother if I leave her. We’ve been having a relationship for two years already and, I was not happy.

My eyes fill with tears, refusing to believe it. “For me, my separation from Kays was only a couple of weeks ago. And when my husband went on that campaign, he left a part of himself in my womb. I was waiting for him at home with joyful news—but that bitch Laverna decided to get rid of me… of us.” “That can’t be true…” I feel like there’s not enough air outside, like a suffocating noose is tightening around my throat.

I almost left him once four years ago, but then I found out I was pregnant and I felt trapped in a marriage that I am miserable in. Our daughter is now three and is the only happiness that I find in my life these days. If it wasn’t for her I would have given up a long time ago. I guess that is one thing I can thank my husband for. If he hadn’t secretly switched out my birth control pills for sugar pills, I never would have had her.

Maybe I should be thanking my lucky stars that he finally got the message and is staying away from me. Then there is Jennifer, she was now seven months pregnant. Two more months to go and we would be free from her. she was now behaving after coming back from the hospital. Now the roles have reversed. She doesn’t demand things now; my husband is the one doing things for her. I don’t know If he got used to doing them or what.

The ninth month of ignoring each other and minding our own business, the ninth month of deceiving his mother, by behaving like couples anytime she was in front of us, the ninth month of sleeping on that God forsaken couch, while Xavier get the bed all to himself. All he cares about is the child, he cleared it up to me that night. I got everything I and my baby needed, and all my pregnancy cravings were never ignored. But damn, am I happy? It's the ninth month of seeing Xavier and acting like total strangers, even though when we accidentally touch hands, I feel a crazy sensation rising inside me. I don't think I am the only one that feels that darn way, but still this marriage is slowly comin