Pregnant After Divorce นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Honestly, I’d be just fine raising the baby on my own. Besides, I wasn’t worried about finding someone new later on. I had always been beautiful, and the pregnancy had only made me more voluptuous. After the pregnancy, I could easily find another man if I wanted to, and Mark could run off with his fling if he wanted to. After all, he’d be the one regretting it later, not me. Once we had finalized the divorce, I couldn’t resist snapping a photo of my divorce papers and posting it on social media.

"Don't worry. He can't control me anymore. I'm keeping this baby, and there's no way in hell I'm letting Nadine have any connection to my child." Sydney let out a sigh of relief and nodded. "That's my girl! You're finally thinking straight. "But listen, since you're pregnant, the law states he can't file for divorce during pregnancy or nursing periods. Since Jeremy's being such a jerk, why not make him wait two years for that divorce?"

Her eyes filled. “What if the baby was conceived before the divorce papers were finalized?” His jaw flexed. “That’s impossible.” “Is it?” He went quiet. Counting. Replaying dates. Arguments. Distance. Silences. The night everything changed. The night he thought he’d pushed her away for good. The night he’d gone back. Unplanned. Unprotected. His breath slowed. “Amara…” She looked at him, heart pounding. “What if the baby is legally tied to before the divorce?”

The divorce had clouded my memory, the trauma from Nichole's ridicule ate deep into me, and I had totally forgotten that I was with a child. My hands unconsciously fell to my stomach, a wide smile breaking out on my face. I really was pregnant for a man who despised me as so much and threw the divorce papers at me without thinking twice. As ugly as the situation might be, it won't stop me from cherishing my child. It is of course the best thing that has happened to me so far.

Arga's fingers in and out of my vaginal opening. Arga carried me towards the bed. He went back to doing it to me as if our hot game last night into the early hours wasn't enough. We did that routine every day for three months. Until finally my family asked about our divorce papers. However, something happened a month before I was really determined to make my divorce papers with Arga. I'm pregnant (again). After two miscarriages, I was pregnant again. I immediately told Arga. I don't want anything bad to happen again.

I shook my head. I don't know what to say. I'm just crying. I was pregnant. For God's sake, how could I get a divorce while my child will live without a father figure in his life? Thinking of this, my body suddenly went limp. Oh my God, why does my fate have to be like this? "Tomorrow, let the mother register! You have to divorce!" Said my mom final "Mother..." "No more negotiations! Enough! Mom is tired to see your behavior!" I shook my head again. I know, lots of behavior, but my position is already pregnant, I repeat, pregnant! How am I supposed to carry such a heavy burden now?

"Look, I meant to do this more gently, but I guess the timing worked out. I want a divorce, Melanie. Here are the divorce papers." She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. “Divorce?” She asked in a shaky voice, her eyes darting between Hardin and the papers. “I've already signed. It's over, Melanie, as of today. Now please leave so Natalia and I can celebrate my birthday properly." Melanie felt as though her heart was going to burst out of her chest any moment from now on. She was shaking with hurt, anger, and disbelief. She stood numbly, staring down at the divorce papers Hardin had thrown in her face. It was hard to believe this was really happening—that after two years of marriage, h

“You removed my access. You removed my decision-making power. You slowly erased my role in something I co-built with you until I was no longer part of it in anything but name.” Her breathing deepened slightly. “And somewhere in that process, I stopped being your partner.” Silence pressed in again. Then she continued softly. “That is when I filed for divorce.” Matthew’s eyes dropped briefly to the paper in his hand again. The word divorce no longer felt abstract. It felt like something that had already been lived through without his awareness. Ava spoke again, almost as an afterthought, though it was anything but casual. “But you never signed it.” Matthew remained still for a long time.

The waiter nodded and disappeared. The silence stretched charged, watchful. “So,” he said the moment we were alone, his voice lower now. “Tell me about yourself. Married or have a boyfriend.” I gave a small, guarded smile. “By now, you should already know a lot about me. What are you waiting for?” “Yes,” he replied evenly, “but I want to hear from you.” I exhaled slowly. The truth pressed against my ribs, heavier than I expected. “I was married,” I said. “Recently divorced.” My fingers tightened around the edge of the table. “My husband cheated. He was my first… in everything.”

he said without concern, with a smile on his face. “But we are divorced. How are we going to take care of a child when we are divorced? God, I shouldn't have even made love to you while we were divorced in the first place…” I sighed, thinking I was pathetic. Who in their right mind would sleep with their ex-husband until they got pregnant after having spent so much time apart?