Pretended To Be Pregnant Novelas e Histórias

I had to do something to make him regret his decision, and that's when I came up with the plan of faking my pregnancy. I had gotten my hands on a prosthetic belly, and I made sure to wear it all the time to make it look like I was really pregnant. Ava had announced her pregnancy around the same time as me, and it gave me the perfect opportunity to get revenge. I wasn't gonna let her have it all. As she spoke about needing to be careful, I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. She was genuinely concerned for her safety and that of her child, while I was using her pregnancy as a way to exact my revenge. But I had come too far to back down now.

"But that’s a lie. I just pretended to be pregnant," Akiko replied, shaking her head. She sensed that the doctor in front of her was making fun of her because the outrageous lie was too much for her. “What?” Rin was, of course, confused by Akiko’s reaction. She understood Akiko might find it hard to believe, but the confession was strange. She had no idea Akiko had ever pretended to be pregnant. “Yeah, she didn’t ask for mochi or anything,” Kenji chimed in, expressing disbelief.

She left them there and dumped then from what I heard and I remembered the name of the hospital. I immediately pulled out my phone, searching for the address on G****e map. I could claim the children for myself, pretending to be her. I got to know that the babies are not matured just yet, so by the time they would mature, it would match the timeline and I would pretend as if I just gave birth to the babies. Pretending as if I was pregnant wasn't the problem, I could wear fake pregnancy cups and change the cups into bigger ones every week so no one would think the pregnancy grew overnight.

The results came back with devastating clarity. Early menopause. The news struck her like lightning. She stared at the doctor in disbelief, her mind racing as reality sank in. Pregnancy was impossible. But by then, she had already created the lie. Lucas believed they had slept together. Everyone believed she was pregnant. And Vanessa wasn’t about to let the truth destroy everything she had worked for. So she made a decision. She would fake the pregnancy. For as long as it took. Until she got exactly what she wanted.

One of which involved faking a pregnancy. When she'd told me she was pregnant for me, she'd demanded that I do the right thing by proposing to her so her parents wouldn't disown her. I'd felt pressured and thought the best thing to do was propose to her. But I'd kept it lowkey. When she'd shown me the tests result that said she was positive, I'd had my suspicions because when I looked the clinic up online, there'd been no such thing as the hospital name or location. I'd managed to wait for the right time when she urinated in the toilet without flushing it. I'd quickly given it to my trusted doctor. Two days later he had given me the original results, showing me that she was indeed never preg

The plan was simple: get pregnant and force him into a marriage with me. It went on successfully. What she didn’t do is that I never got pregnant. I waited for weeks for a sign, but the universe wasn’t on my side. Despite waiting till I was on my ovulation to sleep with Sebastain, I didn't take in. So I did what was best. I faked a pregnancy and went ahead with the marriage. An opportunity like that would never present itself again, I thought. Then a ‘miscarriage’ happened weeks after. No one knows how fake it all was. Not even Helen.

Veronica wasn’t just pretending to be pregnant—she was manipulating Dylan, using lies and deceit to secure her place beside him. When the door opened suddenly, I turned sharply away and walked down the hall, pretending to be lost in thought. My steps were steady, but my heart was racing. I didn’t dare look back. The pack doctor brushed past me, muttering under his breath, his expression tight with frustration. Veronica didn’t follow, but I could feel her presence like a viper coiled behind a door—waiting. I made it to the end of the corridor before stopping to take a breath. “Fake pregnancy,” I whispered, shaking my head. “Unbelievable.”

Somewhere across the courtyard, a group of students were laughing about something, completely unaware. “And then?” I asked, heart in my throat now. Petra met my eyes for the first time. “The next day was when she made the announcement about her pregnancy.” Nobody said anything for a long moment. I looked at Mia. Mia looked at me. The expression on her face was somewhere between stunned and completely unsurprised, which was probably the same expression I was wearing. The implications were clear: Bianca had faked her pregnancy. She paid a pregnant girl for her urine so the test came out positive. She gathered wild ipecac and kept it in her pocket so she could pop a berry whenever she needed he

So instead, I do what anyone with a modicum of self-respect would do in my position — I fake it. "Clara! Oh my God, look at you! Glowing!" As all my pitch shifts toward the sun, I say. I add a slight head tilt for added impact. Her hands upon her swollen belly, and her lips curl into a smug smile. “Pregnancy looks good on me, huh?” Like a well-fed leech,” I whisper. "What was that?" She asks, brows knitting. “I said, ‘Look at you, peach!’ “ I lie sweetly, giving her an arm pat as if I am the very best of friends with her.