Pregnant And Bleeding, My Husband Picked His Ex Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Well, if that’s the case, then I can tell you that the blood tests will be abnormal, so don’t get anyone else but me to do the test. I’ll also need to examine you …” “So, it’s true, then? Do you think that I’m pregnant?” I asked, forgetting all of my medical training as the realization began to sink in. “Look, if you are pregnant and you’re craving blood, then I can tell you that the baby isn’t your husband’s. I can bet you that its father has brilliant green eyes, completely different from your husband’s,” she replied angrily, rising from her seat. “My husband’s dead …”

Elena said. “I told them that.” She looked at her coffee cup. She looked at the rain. She felt the twins move again — she was starting to be able to distinguish between them now, a suspicion she’d confirmed with Dr. Whitman: one kicked consistently on the left, deliberate and scheduled; the other was fluttery and unpredictable, arriving and departing like a sudden idea. “I want to tell you something,” she said. Damian waited. “The day you handed me those divorce papers,” she said, “I had known I was pregnant for four days.

My baby, just a few weeks old, lay sleeping, oblivious to the turmoil that ravaged my mind. How did I even end up here? Few hours I am happy, another hours I am sad, I thought, my mind racing with regret. I had made a mistake, a huge mistake. I had slept with my ex's father, and now I was living with him, carrying his child. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me as I thought about it. I had been so blind, so stupid. "Have I made a mistake by being pregnant for my ex's dad?" I whispered to myself, tears streaming down my face. "Where on earth have I gone wrong in everything I did?"

She had been rushed in here by her husband because she was bleeding and Doctor Liam had to attend to her before anyone else. I prayed a silent prayer that she'd be alright. I knew what it was like to lose the life growing inside you before getting a chance to hold them. I knew the pain, the agony, and if I had my way, no woman would ever experience that. I looked out the small glass pane on my door and saw a woman's husband pacing back and forth, his face was tight with worry, and he kept glancing at the door opposite mine where Doctor Liam was attending to his wife.

The air in the living room was suffocating. It was our third wedding anniversary, but there were no candles, no flowers, and no celebration. Instead, there was only a stack of cold, hard documents on the coffee table. "Sign them," Jackson said. His voice was devoid of any warmth, as if he were talking to a stranger rather than the woman he had shared a bed with for three years. I stood there, my hand instinctively protecting my flat stomach. inside my bag, a pregnancy test report was still warm. I had just come back from the hospital. Two heartbeats. Twins.

I turned to see a tall figure at the door. It was my husband. For a moment, I forgot how he had left me for his ex, lost in the sight of him. Despite everything, I couldn’t deny how attractive he was. His handsome face stirred something sweet inside me. I smiled at him, knowing he must have rushed to the hospital for me after leaving his ex. “Freddie,” I called out softly. “Lessie, you’re pregnant, and my ex is back. I want her, so let’s end this.”

“So, how’s my wife doctor? Is she okay?” Both sat down and the doctor stare straight into Harry’s eyes. “Based on our early examination, we found out that your wife has suffered a small concussion on her head but for now, everything is under control and she is in stable condition. However, we did have a bit of concern about her continuous bleeding and though we were able to stop it, we’ve realise that there was an untreated wounds found in your wife's abdominal area that could be the results of her continuous bleeding.” “What? Does that has anything to do with her past miscarriage?”

Long eyelashes and blue eyes, just like his father, my husband. After his annulment from Krisha was approved, we got married a year later. It was during our honeymoon that I found out I was pregnant, and our joy was absolutely boundless. I had honestly thought we no longer stood a chance of having a child together because of my age. I used to tell him how worried I was that I might not be able to give him one. It was all fine with him, and he always told me that he just wanted me. But by some miracle, I got pregnant, though the journey we went through was far from easy. It was a high-risk pregnancy, and I experienced bleeding several times.

His bloodshot eyes were locked onto his cell phone screen. His wife entered the restroom in a daze. When she saw a face illuminated by the light of the screen, she screamed, thinking it was an evil spirit. Amidst the shock, she fell to the floor. After letting out a cry of pain, she placed her hands on her protruding stomach—she was eight months pregnant. "Honey! Honey, I'm bleeding! Take me to the hospital. Hurry!" Despite being angry at her husband for his behavior, she was too weak to even yell at him. She cried out to him in horror.

I cried and complained about my aching back… but my tears flowed even more when I saw the blood flowing between my legs. "N-No..." My hands were shaking, I pulled the hem of my clothes and quickly wiped the blood. I guess I'm fine- "Why are you bleeding? Are you pregnant, Kris-” "What else?!" Aware that tears were constantly pouring from my eyes, I looked up at the face of my husband who seemed to have returned to his senses. "And if you still think about the safety of others to let me bleed here instead of taking me to the hospital, for the second time, Liam... we'll go to lose a child!"