My Daughter Is Pregnant: But She Is Still In Primary School — Novel

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In a world where innocence is shattered in the blink of an eye, Calista faces a nightmare that no mother could ever prepare for: her elementary school-aged daughter, Iris, is pregnant. As the family spirals into chaos, each member grapples with their own pain and anger, leading to bitter accusations and desperate searches for the truth. What does it mean to protect a child who is now a mother herself when the lines of innocence and guilt blur?

Amidst the emotional turmoil, Calista's calm demeanor raises eyebrows. Is she a loving mother or a mastermind hiding dark secrets? As her husband, Dorian, wrestles with his rage and the family confronts the fallout, the question lingers: who is truly to blame? With everyone’s loyalties tested and the weight of societal judgment looming large, can Calista hold her family together, or will the pressure of their unraveling lives tear them apart?

As whispers spread through their community and tensions rise, the stakes become higher than ever. Will Iris be able to navigate this new reality, and what choices will Calista make when faced with the ultimate decision about her daughter’s future? In this gripping tale of familial bonds, betrayal, and the quest for understanding, every choice has consequences, and every voice matters.

My Daughter Is Pregnant: But She Is Still In Primary SchoolChapter 1

My elementary school-aged daughter was suddenly found to be pregnant.

Portia, my-mother-in-law was heartbroken and held her tightly and cried bitterly.

Velvet, my-sister-in-law, was frantic, desperate to uncover the truth behind it all.

My husband, with red, tear-filled eyes, said he would kill the person responsible.

And me? I quietly made a bowl of chicken soup and gently told my daughter, "Take good care of yourself and the baby."

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"Mom, my stomach hurts. I feel like throwing up."

"I don't want to go to school today."

My daughter clutched her stomach, her face pale, curling up on the couch.

She looked truly uncomfortable.

I reached into my bag, took out a pregnancy test and handed it to her.

"Go to the bathroom and see how many lines show up."

My daughter glanced up at me, her face blank with bewilderment.

The moment Portia, who had been washing dishes in the kitchen, heard what I said, she rushed over. She snatched the test from my hand, her expression a mix of disbelief and frustration.