My Fiancé Chose His Pregnant Mistress—Until He Found Out I Lost Our Baby Too

After three years of long-distance, I finally transferred cities to surprise my fiancé Darian on his birthday. At the bakery, I met another pregnant woman picking up a cake for a man named "Darian"—who was also allergic to mango. When she threw herself down the stairs to frame me, Darian shoved me aside without a second glance, screaming that I'd hurt "his" baby. What he didn't know? I was pregnant too. And when I lost our child alone in a hospital bed, I finally understood: the man I loved for three years never belonged to me at all.