Pregnant And Rejected Novels & Stories

"Sorry doesn't give me back those months of thinking you'd rejected our child." "You're right. It doesn't." "I cried myself to sleep so many nights. Wondering what I'd done wrong. Why didn't you want us?" Her fingers curled into my chest, gripping tight. "I was pregnant and hormonal and scared out of my mind. And I thought you had just thrown me away like garbage." Jesus Christ. The image of her alone and pregnant, crying over a message I'd never even seen, made me want to punch something. Preferably, my own face for being such a fucking idiot.

I sobbed further. "It's okay. We'll tell him about the pregnancy so he would take his resp-" I jerked out from her embrace, "I can't do that. He rejected me, meaning he rejects everything I have and everything that has to do with me. I'm not ready to do anything with him or have anything to do with him again."

Every mother should be happy to hear the father finally knows. Finally admits. Finally sees. But all I felt was panic. Panic and anger and this sickening ache that pulsed in my ribs. How could I be happy? He was the one who rejected our child the moment he was born. He didn’t even hold Ethan. Didn’t look at him. Didn’t ask if he was okay. Didn’t even present their to hear the doctor say, “It’s a boy.” He walked away. Left me alone. Left our son alone.

Left resumes at diners, shops, laundromats—anywhere that wouldn’t laugh me out the door. But they all did. The moment their eyes dropped to my belly, their smiles vanished. Pregnant women didn’t get hired. We were seen as problems. Risks. Inconveniences. Each rejection chipped a little more away from me. By the fifth day, my feet were swollen. My ankles throbbed. Cramping came more often now—small, sharp stabs that made me stop and breathe through the pain. But I kept walking. Because stopping meant thinking. And thinking meant drowning.

And I would make sure he regretted ever throwing me away. Two Weeks Later…. “You’re pregnant.” The words hit me harder than Lucas’s rejection ever could. I stared at the doctor, her expression carefully neutral, her clipboard clutched in her hands as if she expected me to explode at any moment. But I was frozen. My mind was unable to process the words she’d just spoken. Pregnant. With his child. He rejected me; he fucking rejected me, and now I'm pregnant? Is this a joke? The room spun, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. The bitter, vengeful resolve I’d built over the past two weeks crumbled beneath the weight of this new reality. How could this be happening? How could the universe be this

Liam whispered, his eyes fixed on mine and I gulped nervously, “But I'm your mate. You can't cast me aside, Liam.” “That's why I'm going to reject you.” Liam's words echoed loudly in my ears and I took a few steps backwards as my eyes widened in terror. For years, I've watched strong wolves get rejected by their mates, only to live a miserable life in the end. Due to the pain, some lost their lives or committed suicide. That kind of pain was going to kill me and my unborn child . I shook my head, tears stinging in my eyes, “No, I'm not going to accept your rejection.”

' I give her a blank stare, hiding signs of any emotion I was currently feeling. "Your pack doesn't trust you anymore." Grandma continues. "Imagine what will happen when they find out what you did to their Luna. For your information, you won't be able to mate with another wolf unless you verbally reject her and she accepts. Now, what do you think will become of you if she falls in love and somehow manages to mate with another wolf? You will be doomed." She tells me and starts walking out of the room. Goddess! I should have rejected that girl at once. But there were lots of people around. They would have known and the pack members wouldn't have allowed it.

pregnant. But he was joking, I had to remind myself that to ground me to reality. Men like Dante Dominic didn't look twice at women like me— pregnant, rejected, broken. He was testing me. Or mocking you. Or both. But it didn't matter how many times I repeated it to myself because my body didn't seem to believe me.

It was the kind of pity that indirectly felt like something else. "Some women's bodies reject pregnancy," Evelyn added, keeping her voice gentle. "It's just how nature works. Your body simply wasn't meant to carry it right now." Abigail closed her eyes. The tears finally spilled over, rolling hot and fast down her cheeks. *My body rejected the fetus* The words echoed in her mind, loud and vicious. This was her fault. She had wanted this child more than anything in the world, yet her own body had killed it. She felt useless.

“Elara, listen. You’ve made it to the final stage for a reason. You haven't made it this far in a while which means they think you are qualified. You are talented. And this… this is your shot to prove it. Don’t let fear steal it from you.” I wanted to believe her but the last interview still burned in my mind. I had been told I was perfect for the role, praised for my experience and skill… and then, when they realized I was pregnant, they had refused me. Their reasoning had been so cruelly practical: I wouldn’t be able to go on leave unless I had worked for a full year, and my delivery was fast approaching. That day I had walked out feeling like the life inside me made me disposable.