Pregnancy After Blighted Ovum

On the way home for the holidays, my wife, Sophie Hartman, and I were caught in a terrible accident. When I opened my eyes again, we had both gone back in time to before we ever fell in love. In our previous life, we'd been married for seven years. We were polite, respectful, and distant, almost like guests sharing the same house. And all those years, she never once agreed to have a child with me. It wasn't until later that I learned the truth. Sophie had never let go of the man she once loved. This time, I chose to set her free. We quietly deleted each other's contacts, kept our distance, and walked separate paths in life. … Seven years later, she became one of the most successful traders. At a class reunion, she announced her relationship with Vincent Parker, the man she had never forgotten. When she saw that I was still single, she couldn't resist teasing me. "Lucas, I know I've always been the one you love most, the one you're proudest of, but you don't have to spend your life waiting for me." I didn't respond. I simply took my son's hand. Sophie's face went pale. Her eyes reddened as she demanded, "You said you'd love me for life, that you'd only ever have children with me!"

When Icarra Moonstone, a fierce yet underestimated wolf of the Crescent Moon Pack, dares to defy the Alpha of the rival Ironclaw Pack, she never imagined rejection could cut so deep. Branded weak and unwanted, she leaves, only to discover she is carrying his child, a secret that could shake both packs to their core. Now, Icarra must navigate the treacherous world of pack politics, hidden enemies, and her own growing power while protecting her unborn child. But fate has other plans. The Alpha, ruthless yet irresistible, returns, seeking what he once discarded. Torn between revenge, forbidden attraction, and survival, Icarra faces a dangerous question: Can a woman rise from humiliation to claim her destiny—even when the man who broke her heart refuses to let go? Pregnant After the Alpha Rejected Me is a tale of passion, power, and the ultimate revenge of a wolf who refuses to be tamed.

"I want you, Diana. I want you now," he whispered in a husky voice and brought his other hand to her waist. * * * * * Marriage was meant to be a beautiful thing but not in Diana’s case. She was a toy, a thing of pleasure. After years on enduring, she finally took the bold step to leave the marriage and suddenly, her husband wants her back! Running away from her husband was one thing, running with his pregnancy was another thing. How far can she run away from the billionaire when she melts at his touch?

After I risked my life to save the Alpha King, he promised to grant me one wish. While everyone expected me to choose to mate with Kay, the current Alpha of Stormfang Pack, I publicly declared my intention to bind with Eli. He was Kay's half-brother, the illegitimate son of the former Alpha who had been exiled abroad. No one knows that I've died once before. In my past life, after I became Kay's fated mate, I diligently fulfilled my role as Luna. But he always favored my stepsister, Lia. That day, when the pack was attacked, I went to find him for protection. When I desperately found him, I discovered that Kai was desperately protecting Lea, and the two of them were even kissing passionately in danger. To shield Lia, he pushed me forward to face the rogue pack alone. I'll never forget the words he said as he left, holding the weeping Lia in his arms: "She needs protecting more than you do." So this time, I chose to give up on Kay. If I had to choose someone from Stormfang Pack for a mating bond, I'd rather choose Eli. I wanted to be in control of my own destiny. But this time, after I chose Eli as my mate, Kay went completely crazy.

My husband, Zachary Larson, and I are holding a welcome dinner for my sister, Julia Scott. When someone asks what Julia's greatest regret is, she raises her glass and looks at Zachary dreamily. "It's probably the time I wasn't brave enough to keep his child." Everyone starts to whisper amongst themselves. I tighten my grip on the pregnancy check-up report I'm about to reveal to them. My stomach twists with the emotions swirling in my head. Julia suddenly returns to her senses and chuckles. "I was just kidding. We were only friends with benefits, so don't take it to heart, Queenie. He married you, so you're the one he loves."

I went abroad for a year to further my studies and kept in touch with my girlfriend through video calls every day. One day, I saw her first love posted a photo with a caption: [We are finally back together after ten years!] In the photo, my girlfriend was visibly pregnant, holding the arm of the man next to her with a sweet smile.

She married him because of a contract, not love. He stayed because it was convenient, not because he cared. For three years, she played the perfect wife- silent, patient, invisible, while his heart belonged to someone else. When the woman he truly loved returned, divorce was the only thing he offered her. Broken but not weak, she signed the papers and walked away, determined to rebuild her life and reclaim the version of herself she lost in that marriage. But when she finally learns how to live without him, he realizes his biggest mistake was letting her go. Now regret follows him everywhere. The woman he once ignored is no longer waiting. And love is no longer guaranteed. In a marriage that began with a contract and ended in divorce, can love find its way back—or is this second chance already too late?

In the third year after my death, the one who remained faithfully by my wife's side was still the bionic robot I had painstakingly designed. It looked exactly like me and carried within it every detail of my mannerisms, speech, and habits. The only difference was that it never lost its temper with her. Because of that, my wife never sensed anything amiss. Yet each night, she brought home a different man, deliberately testing "me," desperate to see the wild jealousy and rage I once wore so vividly. Then, one day, her childhood sweetheart and first love, shoved "me" off the balcony. It was only then, in her horror, that my wife realized… "I" didn't bleed.

The Don of the Vito family, Damiano Vito, has broken his wedding vows by cheating on me with the daughter of the rival mafia family, Bianca Sorace, while I'm still pregnant with his heir. He ends up executing Bianca with his own hands in order to reassure me as well as provide my family, the Cappas, with a satisfactory answer. My parents advise me, "Now that Damiano has returned to your side, you mustn't kick up a fuss for the sake of both families' interests." But since then, I've developed an obsession over cleanliness. Any form of physical contact is capable of making me dry-heave out of discomfort. Since I can't take any medication at all, I can only spend my days venting my stress by demanding that everything be disinfected before touching me. Damiano, who's known for having a violent temperament, is willing to keep disinfecting himself repeatedly for my sake. If he needs to make physical contact with me, he'll wear gloves. Whenever he enters my room, he has to change into a biohazard suit. No matter how hot and stuffy it gets under the suit, he doesn't utter a word of complaint. "It's fine. I was the one who broke the wedding vows first, anyway." Finally, the moment I command Damiano to wash his hands yet again, he loses control of himself before me. He even goes so far as to shatter the ashtray right before my eyes. "That's enough! All I did was make the mistake every man is capable of making! Must you humiliate me to this degree? How does that make me a filthy man?" Damiano deliberately allows his subordinates, who are drenched in blood, to throw a party in the estate, thinking that it serves as a punishment for my obsession over cleanliness. He intends to force me to yield to him by threatening the baby in my belly. Thanks to the nonstop aggravation, I feel intense pain flaring from my abdomen. Soon, blood keeps oozing down my inner thighs beneath my skirt. But at the same time, I feel a sense of relief that I've never felt before. "Let's get a divorce, Damiano."

“I'm divorcing you!” When Imani heard her so called childhood lover said this to her after 3years of her marriage, her world was broken. Luke thought she would be back in their doorsteps begging like how she did years back but no. Imani vowed never to return there not after she had lost two pregnancy and she's nof about to lose the third one. She fled back to her father, with Luke's child. Imani Is the only heiress to the wealthiest man in LA. After two years of attaining her father's position, Luke came back begging. Luke: “Please take me back, I'm the father of your son! “YOU’RE NOT. I don't know who you are!” Imani fired at him.