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

My heart soared when I saw it, and I thought I had gotten myself an untouched woman. She got pregnant not too long after that. The night before, she said she would come home late because she had to go out with a friend to the doctor's. Her friend wasn't feeling too well, and my wife always went with her to the doctor's, so I paid it no mind.

“There was a mix-up at the lab. The wrong sperm sample was used—” Eric shot to his feet, the suddenness sending his chair scraping against the tile floor—a sharp, jarring sound, like a whip crack. “A mix-up?!” His voice cut through the air, sharp enough to shatter glass. “Are you seriously telling me my wife is carrying another man’s child?” “Eric—” Adina reached for him, but he jerked his hand away. His entire body was rigid with fury, his eyes blazing. “I want a damn explanation,” he seethed. “Now.”

Patient record attached: pregnancy confirmed prior to marital separation. Adrian caught her before her knees gave way. But Elena was no longer looking at him. She was staring at the date on the medical record. Because it was two days before Adrian had asked her for a divorce.

I sat back, gripping the mug tighter. “The board doesn’t see a guest. They see a problem. The stability clause—” “Is satisfied. My marriage is intact.” I cut him off quickly. He didn’t let it go. “Your wife is different lately.” “She’s always been calm.” “Not like this.” He paused.“Something has changed with her, Blake. I’m telling you this as someone who’s watched this family for twenty years.” I looked out the window at the city. Grey sky. “My house. My rules.”

I was thrown hard against the interior, and a sharp pain tore through my belly. “The pregnant woman is bleeding! Hang in there!” My vision blurred, and I grasped the nurse’s arm desperately. “Call Adam Quinn! He’s my husband!” The nurse found the contact labeled "Husband" in my phone and dialed. But the person who answered was a woman. "Mona, Adam is already asleep. Whatever it is, just wait until tomorrow!" Before I could say anything, she hung up. A wave of despair washed over me, and tears rolled uncontrollably down my face.

“Oh God.” “The ambulance is coming,” I said, still talking to the dispatcher. “My husband is here now.” “That’s good. How far apart are the contractions?” I didn’t know. Couldn’t think. Could barely breathe through the pain. Adrian moved then. Crossed the room in three strides, took the phone from my shaking hand. “This is Adrian Moore. My wife is twenty-eight weeks pregnant and having contractions. Yes, there’s bleeding. How much? I don’t—Serena, how much blood?”

He said, "It's fine if you're just quarreling because you'll still be able to coax her in the end. Just don't be like the husband of that poor young woman I saved the other day. "She miscarried and was bleeding so much, but he just wouldn't pick up her calls. I heard that he was with another woman at that time."

“Right back at you, Adrian… I don’t know how you did it, but somehow you managed to break through all the walls I built.” He runs his fingers gently through my hair. “I still don’t understand something, though. If he married your friend, did they divorce? And if you avoided him all those years… how did you end up pregnant with his child?” For a moment, I fall silent. I love my baby more than anything in this world, but a small part of me still feels ashamed of how it all happened. Sighing, I continue. “He lost his wife a few years ago… and as for how I got pregnant, it was one of those drunken mistake situations. Neither of us was thinking clearly.”

I trusted my husband, the tears that welled up in my eyes, stung really bad and finally rolled down my cheek. I'd loved Daniel since high school. I thought he was the one… my night in shining armour. Every time I got those hints, I'd ask so I don't begin conceiving thoughts in my head. “They're just jealous people trying to ruin our happy home.” He'd always say. But this… in front of me was my lawfully wedded husband exchanging saliva with a whore in a hotel reception not even away from the public eye. And he'll kiss me when he gets home.

How much more was I supposed to do , I thought that you love me and felt the same way for me but why can’t you just read it . I wad just out and you had the meter to invite her over , you unified your ex wife over and then you turn and look at me and tell me that you had nothing to do with human, You tell me what I am dipppsed to belive . The fact that my husband ex wife whom everyone thoufht was dead , wasn’t and the fact that he was screwing him behing the Miroow a. What more str you going to say , in this life there are people you don’t give another chance because when you do that , they are going to ruin you as much as they like , I am not going to be a victim , I am letting this go .