Pregnant And Divorced By My Disabled Husband Novels & Stories

Anabel smiled. "Yeah, Give me a chance to proof how I love you. Please." "Okay, but there's something you need to know about me." "What is that?" He asked. "You can tell me anything." She looked down at their joined hands, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm pregnant. And I'm a divorced lady. My ex-husband and I separated a few months ago, and it's been really hard. Managing the company, dealing with the pregnancy, and trying to move on... it's been overwhelming."

On the top, in bold letters, were the words: Divorce Papers. I had kept this paper for so long, hoping I’d never have to use it. I thought I could make Areen love me, that we could be a family. But now… now it was clear. It was time to let go. For me. For my child. I wiped my tear-streaked face and folded the paper carefully. My hands trembled, but my resolve was firm. It was time to cut ties with the man who couldn’t see my worth. I would walk away—not because I didn’t love him, but because I owed myself and my child the dignity of a better future.

“You’re angry because I left you because I hurt you. Well, let me tell you why I’m angry and why I’ll never forgive you.” Her fists clenched, her jaw tightened. “When I got into that accident, I was in a coma for months. And during those months I was unconscious, a baby was growing inside me. His life depended on mine. If I died, he’d die too. Luckily, I woke up. The doctors said it was as if my body was fighting to survive—for my baby. Even though I didn’t remember anything, I didn’t mind because I knew… that baby was part of my past, part of me, and having him was a blessing.” She broke into a sob, but she forced her words to come out clearly. “But there were moments when I wished I hadn’t

My hands shook a little after I put my signature on the paper as I realized the gravity of what I had just done. I was officially divorced. As I stared at the signed papers, something shifted inside me. It wasn’t just grief any more; it was clarity. I had nothing left tying me to Washington city. No family. No home. There's no reason to stay. The love I’d fought for, cried for and defended had never truly existed. Julian had walked out of our marriage long before today. I was just the last one to leave. And maybe, just maybe, that made me stronger. I wiped my tears, squared my shoulders, and told myself I would not be broken. I would start again on my own terms.

Mama Dean leaned one hand against the bed. "I can't be pregnant. There must be something wrong with the tests." "That's why I'd like to do it again. The first one was positive and the second was negative." "I was divorced due to my inability to bear children." "Really? And when was that?" "I was seventeen."

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.

He made a surprise thrust that caused her to chase her breath. “But Galvin… We’re about to get divorced… Hmm…” she whimpered. Galvin made rapid thrusts without stopping. At that moment, Galvin was determined to punish her. “What are you saying? We’re husband and wife as long as I haven’t signed the divorce papers. Got it?” “Galvin, please…” Kristel begged him. She was worried about the fetus growing in her womb. They’d already had intense intercourse tonight. However, she could no longer reveal that she was eight weeks pregnant. Hence, she did her best to stop him to no avail.

She literally scarfs down her food. With a mouthful, she looks up at me. “So how come you’re now with Mr. Grayson? This is a safe space, but if you don’t talk about it, it’s fine.” “ Stefan and I… just got divorced.” “Good riddance,” she says. “That man treated you like shit. I’m sorry to say, but he did not respect you.” For the first time, I muster a genuine smile. “We had our good days.”

“Do you even know I can't get pregnant, Mother?“ I asked, voice cracking. “There was nothing that could make me hold onto that marriage anymore. So if you think I did something wrong by letting go of it, you're mistaken. I have nothing else to say to you“ I moved, brushing past mother but then, she reached out for my wrist. I couldn't look her in the eye and she couldn't do same with me. With both of us staring straight ahead, she asked. “Are you happy now? With this new marriage of yours, I mean“ I nod, “I didn't know it was possible to be this happy. It feels like a dream“ “That's a good thing then“ “It is“ I glanced down at Mother's hands on my wrist. “You can let go off me now“ She lets

Good. Because I had spent days feeling speechless, humiliated and abandoned. Now it was his turn. I stared out the window. “I was lying in a hospital bed with cuts all over my body. I had a concussion, Damien and my baby almost got hurt.” I swallowed hard and angrily wiped away the tears that started leaking from my eyes. “I was alone.” Damian lowered his eyes. “I was alone and I called my husband, over and over again” The tears rolled down my cheeks now.