Pretended To Be Pregnant Novels & Stories

My ears rang with a deafening screech of static, and a violent spasm seized my stomach. "My stomach… Damiano, I'm really pregnant," I cried as I begged him. Alas, the only response from the bystanders was a wave of callous whispers. "She's still playing the victim. She actually faked being pregnant just to dodge the interrogation." "No wonder she managed to string Don Caruso along for a whole year." Damiano stood before the platform, his hands clenching into tight fists at his sides. As he looked down at my bloodless face, a flicker of conflict crossed his eyes.

I whispered urgently, my heart racing. Mira scoffed. "You're so unbelievable! You're carrying his child, and that's the power you hold. Don't let him get away with this!" I forced a smile, trying to appear confident. "I know, but we don't need to make a scene here. I want to announce my pregnancy to him at home. Let's just pretend we didn't see them," I lied, my eyes fixed on the trio, my heart heavy with anxiety. Little did Mira know, the pregnancy was a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode and shatter my world. I couldn't reveal the truth just yet, so I kept up the charade, my emotions in turmoil.

“Sure, sure. But isn’t he supposed to be here? You know, playing the perfect fiancé? I mean, it would make things more convincing.” I frowned, crossing my arms over my chest. “Like you said, it’s all fake. I don’t want my children involved in more lies.” Matilda, who had been quietly observing, cleared her throat. “Well, that’s the whole point, isn’t it? The pregnancy itself is why you two are pretending to be together. If he actually acted like the father-to-be, it would sell the story better. You wouldn’t believe how many people are digging into your relationship, Miss Gomez.”

She says and shrugs. "And you let me believe I had sex with you." I say to her and she just shrugs. "It was an opportunity and I wasn't going to pass. And after you kicked me out that morning I went straight to my sister and made her make the fake pregnancy test. And she gave me the sonogram of some other pregnant lady....so I just waited until it matched the time of the sonogram before I called you. I had to make sure you believed it was yours and that you bought it. So after I left you at the cafe, I went to a sperm bank and....you know the rest."

He looked mean and disappointed for how our plan turned into just like me. I gripped my gown. “I am not pregnant. I only said that to keep the King at my side—but still, it isn't working.” I made a long face. “You know, they would be expecting my tummy to grow big.” “What was your plan from the start when you faked the pregnancy? You didn't tell me about it, so you took me unaware.” he snapped at me.

The doctor said and Arianna couldn't hold back any longer. "Listen to me, I may as well be down with pseudocyesis (false pregnancy) because there are a number of other medical conditions that mimic the symptoms of pregnancy, I'm also a doctor and I know for a fact that I'm not pregnant." Arianna stated, trying to convince herself that what she was saying was the truth.

, I ask and he takes a deep breath. “That bitch is about to have what she deserves”, he replies and I feel my stomach twisting. MY babies. Our babies. “Paul, don’t hurt her, she’s pregnant”, I let out with panic taking over my voice. “Those babies are not yours, she cheats on you, she could never be faithful to you, she has been fucking every guy, I have proof”, Paul says and I shake my head as tears start rolling down my eyes. I press the mute button as Amber tells the police where the house is as I tell her the address. I keep trying to talk to Paul but no luck, he ends the call and panic takes over me. I start driving faster and stop the car in front of the house.

Sam really wanted me to make him look like Ben so that he could be there for Starla’s appointment. Another thought occurred to me. “Maybe I could be there, too.” “What’s that now?” Ben asked, his expression becoming more and more puzzled as he stared at me. “Yeah--I mean, not in the little room for the examination or anything, but in the waiting room.” “What? You’re just going to pretend to be a pregnant lady, waiting to see the doctor?” “No,” I said quickly. The thought of pretending to be pregnant made my stomach tighten and bile rise up in the back of my throat. I was way too young for that. “I won’t pretend to be pregnant, but I could still be there. Like a motherly figure or something.”

I set the phone face-down on the floor. A different number buzzed almost immediately after, one I had deliberately saved under no name because giving it a name would have made the whole thing too real, and I had been very committed to pretending it wasn't real for the past three weeks. Three weeks of carrying a pregnancy test around in my bag like it was a bomb I was too scared to detonate. Three weeks of eating crackers at 6am and telling my roommate Priya it was a new wellness thing. Three weeks of lying to myself so thoroughly that I had almost started to believe it. We need to talk.

This was the best result he could have imagined. However, why did he seem to feel as though his body was being torn apart? 'Get what I want... I'll never really get what I want!' He knew that his life would be in eternal darkness when he chose Gao Manlin! ... Kong Ziyin looked at the report in her hand with an unpleasant expression. 'I'm... pregnant? 'How is that possible?' She had previously pretended to be pregnant because it was difficult for her body to conceive. She then schemed to fall down the stairs and pretended to have suffered a miscarriage. It was her best excuse to say that she would have difficulty conceiving in the future.