Novel & Cerita Pregnant And Bleeding, My Husband Picked His Ex

He couldn't wait for the hospital staff to come to us, he took me out of the car and in that moment, I could see myself fading away. " HELP!" I heard him yelling out. " What happened?" Someone asked as he placed me gently on the hospital bed. " I don't know! She was fine and then she started to bleed, she is pregnant. " He said. " What's her name? " The doctor asked. " Ella Black, that's my wife we have a private room here." He said. " How far along is she?" He asked him. I didn't hear him give an answer all that I know what he said because at that moment, I could feel myself slipping away.

She didn't expect that her lower body was bleeding. "Sage!" She screamed in horror, "I'm bleeding!" "What happened? Why are you bleeding all of a sudden?" Sage was frightened. For pregnant women, bleeding was a big taboo. It was likely to be a sign of miscarriage. She hurried to find Daniel. At this time, Daniel was 'making trouble' in Sonia's studio, which made her unable to concentrate on her design drawing. Although it was said that the man was obscene after being fed, Sonia thought it was very suitable for him.

I paused and looked back at the doctor before saying, “But... she’s bleeding. Wasn’t she having a miscarriage?” As she shook her head gently, the doctor looked gloomy. “For context, it’s possible that bleeding during pregnancy is both common and typical. The good news is that your wife’s bleeding is very normal, particularly given that she is just a few weeks into her pregnancy. There’s no need to panic; the bleeding wasn’t serious. Until the bleeding becomes excessive, the faint spotting and occasional bleeding that your wife experiences are harmless.” “That means...” As I struggled to express myself, the words lingered in the air.

I’m 32 years old now and I’m living a shitty existence in downtown Portland, making equally shitty coffee and waiting tables. The coffee shop was the best I could do on short notice. Three years later, I’m still working there, because no one else would hire me. Not after the scandal. Not after the tabloid posts and the newspaper articles, painting me as the “the ungrateful slut wife, who made a sex tape with another man.”

Just when I thought I was finally getting my strength back… life decided to crush me again. I didn’t need a DNA test to tell me who the father was. This baby… wasn’t Klaus’s. It belonged to the King. My husband’s father. I am pregnant with my husband’s father’s child. What am I going to do? How would I tell the world that the baby growing inside me isn’t my husband’s, but his father’s? Please… someone help me.

the Doctor advised. Even as he kept talking, Stacy's mind kept drifting off, feeling a new ripple of emotions surges through her. She's pregnant? With her ex-husband's child? "I suggest you visit regularly for your check-up to assure the baby is okay" The Doctor spoke out when Stacy was about to take her leave. Thanking the Doctor for the last time, Stacy exited the room and boarded a cab as soon as she got outside. Through the short drive to her house, Stacy was in deep thought. Her hand will move to her stomach at intervals and she kept biting her lips.

But then the noise began to swell and before I knew it, bags were dropped as people tried to discern the source of disturbance. When the commotion grew louder, I looked up in utter shock. And alas, my amber eyed contract husband stood different from the crowd. "Get her!" Tears sprang into my eyes. He's here. Looks like I won't even get to have my first child before I die.

Then came the night he abandoned me in the middle of nowhere over a single phone call from Madeline, forcing me to hike miles back home while wild animals stalked the brush. After that, things only grew worse. He stood by and let Madeline call me in the dead of night just to blast the sounds of their heavy breathing during intimacy. The sheer rage from that night caused me to miscarry our unborn child. Yet, he turned the blame right back onto me, accusing me of being petty and useless for failing to carry a baby to term. Cold sweat beaded on my face from the pain. Nathaniel shoved his car keys into my palm. "Madeline can't focus on recovery with you around. Get yourself discharged right away

Tears pricked my eyes. “Thank the Goddess,” he whispered. “Thank the Goddess,” Doctor James repeated. “Sometimes bleeding can occur during pregnancy. But please don’t hesitate to call me if it happens again,” Doctor James said. “Thank you,” I cried. “Thank you so much.” When he left with the nurse, Viktor got on his knees by the bed. He pulled my hands to his lips and kissed them over and over again. “I’m so glad the two of you are okay,” he whispered.

And they had rushed to the hospital immediately because of that bleeding. Fortunately, after a series of tests, the doctor concluded that it was nothing serious, just a late case of postpartum bleeding. Logan, however, had not taken this event lightly. And she knew very well why: the night before, she had seduced him into touching her a little, since at the time there were less than two days left for her confinement to end... But, of course, no matter how much the doctor had assured her husband that his finger penetration had nothing to do with that uterine bleeding, nothing had stopped Logan from feeling guilty for having "hurt" her.