Nine Months Pregnant, I Left My Husband Novels & Stories

"Can we go somewhere private?" We ended up at her apartment—a small studio in Capitol Hill with plants on every surface and art on the walls. My old life. The life I'd left behind. The moment her door closed, I broke. "I'm pregnant. And I'm leaving him. But I need help." Sarah's face cycled through shock, concern, and determination. "Oh my God. When?" "Nine weeks. And I need to leave before it shows, or he'll trap me." "Okay." She sat down hard on her couch. "Okay. We need a plan."

It’s almost two years since we broke up. And how come our baby is nine months old if she was pregnant with my child at the time we had broken up? What could really be going on? Could Veo really be right? I need to take precautions and be careful about everything I am doing from now on. I need to notice my surroundings.

Although my husband had lost some money, it wasn't too bad. After I got pregnant, he said he had to work hard to create good living conditions for our baby, so he worked much harder than before, often drinking until he blacked out and missing his flight home, ending up stranded in other places. I felt sorry for him constantly entertaining clients for the sake of the company's profits, so I told him not to rush and to come back after he had rested. I was only 39 weeks pregnant, not even my due date yet, so I told him not to worry. Looking back now, my understanding and consideration were a complete joke.

he repeated a bit louder than before. There I was clinging to the bumper of the car, 1 month and 1 weeks pregnant? My wife is 1 month and 1 weeks pregnant? Maybe the findings of the doctor are wrong? Cause I remember the last time I touch my wife is 22 of September and the other one is 26 of September, how could that she's pregnant without me? My ears rang, I could tell from the beginning but it was just because I didn't care, because first I have confidence in my wife that she will not cheat on me and secondly my cousin will not be able to hit my wife, because she is still crazy

She said before taking her leave, but she knew full well that Jake was never going to find out about her failed trials to get pregnant. As Ana left the doctor's office, she felt a heavy weight settle in the pit of her stomach, She had spent 2 years hiding the painful reality from Jake, she had been masking her face with a fake sense of cheerfulness. But deep down, she knew the truth: she was broken, damaged beyond repair by the wicked hands of fate.

the doctor said and I gaze down at my wife who was almost giving up. . My wife has been through a whole lot these past 9months, the pains, cramps, and all the pregnancy stages hasn't been easy for her. There are days that she wouldn't be able to eat because of the pains she was going through. To be honest this 9months journey has been really tough for the both of us, but the good part is today is all going to end and that is the more reason she has to push the second baby out.

A momentary pause later, he turned the room's attention to me. "And that someone is my wife, Wendy Jefferson! Not only did she throw a tantrum at the company's celebration party, she also, before the public eye, pushed and harmed a pregnant employee, Rochelle Wood! To call her actions dastardly is an understatement!"

He didn't even try to stop me from leaving. I was beyond hurt and heartbroken. The second year we started dating, I thought I was going to hold him and make him marry me if I got pregnant so, I deliberately didn't take any contraceptive and let Joe have sex without condom. It worked because I actually got pregnant but when I told Joe, he was furious. He vehemently told me to get rid of the baby. He wasn't going to be responsible for it and he wasn't ready either. I told him we should get married so we can both be responsible but he said no.

Later, we found out she had been suffering from severe depression. While I lost my best friend, Andrew lost the love of his life. I stayed by his side through the darkest days in his life. He refused to eat or drink. All he did was lock himself in his room, crying all night long. I never left him. I cooked for him, talked to him, coaxed him to sleep like he was a child. Eventually, we got together. I knew he still loved Jennifer, but I believed my love could heal him. When we got married, Andrew suggested we remain childfree, and I agreed to it. During those days, we lived peacefully and happily. I thought we'd go on like that forever at the time.

The result came back sooner than I expected. And I realised this was not going to be just fine. I was pregnant. With the child of the husband I was to divorce in nine months. . . . _________________________________