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After His Mistress Pushed Me, I Lost Our Baby Novel Cover

After His Mistress Pushed Me, I Lost Our Baby

I stood at the edge of the grand ballroom, a crystal flute of champagne in my hand and a smile plastered on my face that felt increasingly brittle as the evening wore on. The Plaza Hotel glittered around us—chandeliers casting golden light across the sea of Manhattan's elite who had gathered to celebrate our engagement. My Marchesa gown, with its intricate beadwork and fitted bodice, had cost more than my first car, but the weight of it felt nothing compared to the heaviness in my chest. "Savannah, darling!" Mrs. Whitmore, the wife of one of Alex's investors, approached with her usual air of polished curiosity. "You must be absolutely thrilled. The ring is simply magnificent." Her eyes flickered to the five-carat diamond on my finger, appraising its worth rather than its meaning. "Thank you," I replied, the words automatic after three hours of similar exchanges. "Alex has impeccable taste." "And the wedding plans? I hear you've secured the Hamptons estate.
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I stood at the edge of the grand ballroom, a crystal flute of champagne in my hand and a smile plastered on my face that felt increasingly brittle as the evening wore on. The Plaza Hotel glittered around us—chandeliers casting golden light across the sea of Manhattan's elite who had gathered to celebrate our engagement. My Marchesa gown, with its intricate beadwork and fitted bodice, had cost more than my first car, but the weight of it felt nothing compared to the heaviness in my chest.

"Savannah, darling!" Mrs. Whitmore, the wife of one of Alex's investors, approached with her usual air of polished curiosity. "You must be absolutely thrilled. The ring is simply magnificent." Her eyes flickered to the five-carat diamond on my finger, appraising its worth rather than its meaning.

"Thank you," I replied, the words automatic after three hours of similar exchanges. "Alex has impeccable taste."

"And the wedding plans? I hear you've secured the Hamptons estate. June is such a lovely month for a bride."

I nodded, scanning the room for Alex. He stood across the ballroom, deep in conversation with two silver-haired men I recognized from his board meetings. Even from a distance, he commanded attention—tall, immaculately dressed in his tailored tuxedo, his dark hair perfectly styled. Eleven years my senior at thirty-six, Alexander Morgan carried his success like a second skin.

"If you'll excuse me," I murmured to Mrs. Whitmore, who had already spotted another socialite to interrogate.

I made my way toward Alex, weaving through clusters of New York's wealthiest and most influential. Three steps from reaching him, he glanced up, meeting my eyes briefly before turning back to his conversation, a subtle dismissal that sent a familiar chill through me.

The orchestra shifted to a new melody, and the crowd's murmur suddenly hushed. I turned, following the collective gaze to the entrance of the ballroom.

She stood in the doorway like an apparition—Madison Lane. Her midnight-blue gown clung to her slender frame, her blonde hair cascading over one shoulder. The scent of her signature citrus perfume seemed to reach me even across the room, sharp and intrusive.

I froze, my champagne halfway to my lips. I'd seen photographs of her, of course—the legendary first love, the one who'd left Alex heartbroken years before I met him. The one whose name he sometimes murmured in his sleep.

But seeing her in person was different. It wasn't just her beauty that struck me; it was the immediate change in Alex's demeanor. His entire body tensed, then relaxed, his expression transforming from polite business interest to something raw and unguarded. Something I'd never seen directed at me.

My stomach twisted as Madison's gaze swept the room, landing briefly on me before finding Alex. The smile that curved her lips held a secret knowledge that made my skin prickle with unease.

For the remainder of the evening, I existed in a fog, going through the motions of the perfect fiancée while Alex gravitated toward Madison like a planet returning to its orbit. He kept his distance, maintained his composure, but his eyes betrayed him—constantly finding her across the room, lingering a moment too long.

Back at our penthouse, I kicked off my heels and unclasped the diamond necklace that felt suddenly like a collar. Alex loosened his tie, pouring himself a scotch without offering me one.

"You barely spoke to me all night," I said, my voice smaller than I intended.

He sighed, a sound of practiced patience. "I was networking, Savannah. That's the point of these events."

"The point was celebrating our engagement." I stepped closer, searching his face. "And you couldn't take your eyes off Madison Lane."

His expression hardened. "Don't start with the insecurity, Savannah. It's unattractive."

"Insecurity?" The word stung like a slap. "Alex, you looked at her like—"

"Like what?" he challenged, his voice taking on that cold edge I'd learned to dread.

Before I could answer, his phone lit up on the counter between us. Madison's name flashed on the screen, along with the beginning of a message: *Miss seeing you tonight. We should...*

Alex snatched the phone, his jaw tightening. Without another word, he strode toward the door, grabbing his coat.

"Where are you going?" I called after him, panic rising in my throat.

The door slammed in response, leaving me alone with the echo of his departure and the sinking certainty that everything was about to change.

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