Pregnant And Divorced By My Disabled Husband Novels & Stories

he interjected “End what?” I asked with raised brows “This marriage or whatever it is, for your safety,” he said and I just stared at him like he was crazy “I'm fine,” I said through my teeth “No you are not, just look at you all this because you are married to a fucking crippled,” he said raising his voice, it was clear that he was worked up about the whole thing but he was overreacting “No I can't let any harm come to you,” he said “No” I simply said

"So you finally admit it." I laughed as tears streamed down my face. Back when Sebastian and I were struggling the most to build his business, I had been pregnant once. But life was hard—we often had to sleep on cold floors, and I had no money for proper prenatal care. In the end, I lost the baby. The doctor told me that it would be difficult for me to conceive again.

On top of that, she got home that day and found her husband, Harvey cuddling her old lover, and to sum it up, he was angry Diana spent the night with a gigolo, so he divorced her and threw her out. Her whole life was destroyed in a flash before her eyes. Left with nothing, completely angry and devastated, she left Delta City to a neighborhood city, United City to restart her life. Two weeks into restarting her life, she started experiencing the early signs of pregnancy. As predicted, she did a pregnancy test and confirmed she was pregnant with triplets. She worked as day-care teacher and with the little penny she earned, she was able to restart her life until she gave birth. Four months late

the doctor said and gave me the report. Pregnant? Me? But I was pregnant the whole time and... I looked at my stomach only to see that my baby bump had disappeared. My stomach is flat and my feet are not sore. All my questions were answered when I checked the doctor's report. April 30, 2024. I rubbed my hands with my palm and checked the report again. It was indeed six months ago before Liam presented the divorce papers to me. I was reborn! It felt like a dream but then the scene was unfolding right in front of me.

Charlotte wanted to inform her mother about her pregnancy but thought against it. "Mom, I am not interested in Alpha Teddy. I will still divorce him once I'm out of here. I don't care how he has taken care of me when I was sick. He forced me to reject Jack, and you don't expect me to be okay with that or the fact that he's pretending to care for me now." Lady Harper sighed. However, as she wanted to speak, the hospital door opened, and her husband entered the room alongside the Ex-Alpha and his wife, as word had reached their ears that Charlotte was finally awake.

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.”

The warning registered somewhere in my brain alongside the knowledge that I should probably care about this more than I currently did, but the emotional numbness that had settled over me made the concern feel distant and theoretical rather than immediately urgent. "You know," I replied, the words coming out slurred at the edges in a way that sounded strange to my own ears, my tongue not quite cooperating with the precision my thoughts required, "Randy always made sure that I didn't drink too much." The present tense felt right even though it was wrong, even though Randy wasn't here to monitor my drinking or gently suggest I'd had enough or quietly remove glasses from my reach with the subtle

Patient Name: Aurora Evans Whitmore. Diagnosis: Primary Infertility. Probability of Natural Conception: Less than 1%. My entire body went numb. “No…” I whispered. “No…” My hands trembled violently. “I’ve never taken this test.” Jason folded his arms. “Really?” “I swear!” “I don’t even know where this came from!” Melissa lowered her eyes, pretending to pity me. “Aurora…” “You don’t have to keep lying.” “I’M NOT LYING!” My scream echoed through the office.

to me. How ridiculous... Here was my husband, who for an entire month failed to come and visit me even though I was in a coma and unable to leave the bed. And the reason he did present was because of the divorce? Wouldn’t he at least wait for me to get out of the hospital before he mentioned that fucking divorce AGAIN? I took a deep breath and calmed myself down. After hearing his words, I held his gaze and firmly responded, “I’m afraid I don’t understand what you’re referring to. I lost my memories.”

Well he is pulling the world with them, he is just not married or with kids and I don’t know if I will ever be able to carry his children, or even if he wants me to. Because of my rape and my abortion I had some complications after and I don’t know if I will ever be able to carry another child. I shake my head pushing those memories away, today is a happy day, is a wedding day and we all need to celebrate Gabe and River. They deserve this and I need to be here heart and soul for them.