I Lost Our Baby When His Mistress Pushed Me

My fiancé went on a trip with his first love. He promised that after putting the past behind him, he would marry me. They strolled side by side, absorbed in each other's company.

A month later, he returned and, upon seeing the pregnancy test results, he was ecstatic, asking, "Clementine, are you pregnant?" I simply looked at him and replied, "I was."

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"Matthias, where are you? I have some fantastic news…" The moment I learned I was pregnant, I couldn't wait to call Matthias, who was supposedly working late. But then, I heard his familiar deep voice coming from the room next door.

"I'm busy right now, let's talk later."

Following the sound, I peered through the window to see Thalia holding Matthias’ hand, her expression filled with curiosity.

"Matthias, who was that just now?"

Matthias paused briefly, stirring his coffee in a nonchalant way.

"Just a client, finish your stew before it gets cold."

Thalia wrinkled her nose. "I'm tired of stew every day. I want Matthias’ homemade spiced honey cake!"

Matthias tousled her hair affectionately. "Get well soon, and I'll make it for you every day."

My fiancé, who claimed to be working late, told another woman I was just a client. The most absurd part was that in the five years I had cooked for Matthias, I never once tasted anything he made himself. They lost themselves in endless conversation while I felt like an outsider secretly watching them enjoy their bliss.

Leaning against the door, my ears rang, and I struggled to stay upright.