Nine Months Pregnant, I Left My Husband Novels & Stories

The wife never complained after her husband's concern because she realized it was totally good for her baby's sake. She reached seven months pregnant, she followed all prohibited foods advised to eliminate by her ob-gyne. She was fully disciplined, but still her body became worse. Her husband's reaction towards her body changed and was unusual. Jane felt like she was a stone for him that never shines in his eyes. Even though Jester didn't say a bad word to her, deep inside she embraced it and hid her observations towards her husband. In her ninth month of pregnancy, the man asked permission to leave for the States in dealing with business conflicts. They had an argument at that time. Jane di

“Some women have it easier. There’s another patient ahead, just diagnosed pregnant, and her husband has been with her the whole time. He’s so attentive. I heard that because she has sensitive skin, they even gave her a private VIP room for her checkups.” The nurse did not need to name her. It was clear enough. At that moment, my phone buzzed with a message from Jeremy: [Zoe, why were you calling me so many times earlier? I’m busy right now. We’ll talk later.] I clenched my fists, took a deep breath, and calmly replied to the nurse, “My husband can’t come. He’s dead.” From the moment he chose Molly over me, from the moment my child was lost because of him, he was dead to me. Our marriage was

Axelina is already nine months pregnant. The day where the long-awaited time is only counting the days. Amar further limits Axelina's space. Because he is afraid that something will happen to his wife and child who will soon be born in the world. “Honey, don't go anywhere. Stay at home. I went away briefly for a meeting with clients," said Amar full of emphasis on Axelina. Axelina, who heard her husband's words, could only sigh. She's really annoyed with her husband lately.

Is it true that I can't trust that guy in the least? I squeezed my chest, that past incident, played it again, ran around in my head. When I was pregnant, my husband never cared for me, he chose to go out and have fun with other women, when he found out that she was pregnant, he came back, and stupidly I never knew what he was doing outside.

At seven months pregnant, Charlotte Norman went in for a prenatal checkup and was told she needed her husband’s signature. That was when she discovered Bruce Ford had been living a double life all along. He had another family. And the woman at the center of that family was none other than Charlotte’s own older sister, Xena Norman. Even worse, the little girl Charlotte thought was her niece was actually Bruce’s illegitimate daughter. But the cruelest truth of all was about the baby in her own womb. Bruce had arranged for another man to get Charlotte pregnant, all to prove his loyalty to Xena. Her husband had betrayed her. Her parents had always favored her sister. Her in-laws had spent

I finish. The room goes completely still. Even the air feels like it stops moving. “You’re saying…” he trails off. “I need to be sure my leaving New York, my husband and family was not based on a lie. I left when I was four weeks pregnant,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper, if all of this is a lie then I need to go back and raise my child with him. He deserves that much.” I remember the test. The shaking hands. The positive lines.

Olivia Pov I trudged through the lobby of a downtown Vegas hospital. This morning the weather was quite sunny, maybe because it was already summer. The months passed so quickly, and I was already in my ninth month of pregnancy. And today I will check my baby to ask about birth preparation. I'm so nervous waiting for it, this is my first pregnancy. And I want the best for my daughter. Too bad my husband couldn't accompany me. I hope that when I give birth my husband will be beside me. However, that seems to be an impossibility. Actually I also don't really understand what he's been doing outside the house. But as a good wife, I will always trust my husband and keep this marriage going well.

But I never imagined that this man who once risked jail for me would now hurt me again for the woman who had harmed me before. I felt a strong movement in my belly, as if my baby was worried for me. With one last shred of hope, I begged him. "Steven, I don't feel well today. I don't want to ride the drop tower." Steven's expression changed instantly, and he refused firmly without a second thought. "No way, we already agreed to this. Besides, don't you love the drop tower?" He gripped my wrist so hard that I, a heavily pregnant woman, couldn't break free.

Thirty nine days to be exact. "Oh my God!" She takes my hands in hers, gripping them tight as to give me the courage I've been needing since he left, "What happened? Why did he divorce you? So you're alone at the penthouse now? You should move in here, Al! It's too dangerous to stay alone when you're already in your third trimester!" I pull another smile, "Not yet, another two weeks till the next trimester." "So it's agreed? You'll stay here? Hmm?"

“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.