Fiancé Chooses Mistress Over Me

The champagne bubbles caught the light from the crystal chandeliers as I stood beside Thomas on the elevated platform, watching hundreds of faces turned upward toward us. The corporate headquarters had been transformed into a glittering ballroom, with white roses and gold accents adorning every surface. Camera flashes popped like tiny lightning strikes, capturing what the media would undoubtedly call the business event of the year.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Thomas's voice boomed through the microphone, his hand warm against the small of my back. "Today marks not just a milestone for Montgomery Enterprises, but a personal triumph that I couldn't have achieved without the woman standing beside me."

My heart hammered against my ribs as he turned to face me, his dark eyes gleaming with something that looked like love but felt different somehow. The crowd fell silent, expectant energy crackling through the air like electricity before a storm.

"Samantha Larson," he said, dropping to one knee as gasps rippled through the audience. "You've been my partner in every sense of the word. You've sacrificed, you've believed, you've built this empire with me brick by brick."

The ring box appeared in his hands—a massive diamond that caught the light and threw rainbows across my trembling fingers. My throat tightened as I stared down at him, this man I'd loved for ten years, this man for whom I'd given everything.

"Will you marry me?"

The crowd erupted before I could even nod, their cheers washing over us like a tidal wave. "Yes," I whispered, then louder, "Yes!" The ring slid onto my finger, heavy and cold despite the warmth of the moment. Thomas swept me into his arms, spinning me as photographers captured every angle of our supposedly perfect love story.

As the initial excitement died down, Thomas returned to the microphone, his arm still wrapped around my waist. "And now, to celebrate this incredible year and the loyalty of every person in this room, I'm proud to announce that every Montgomery Enterprises employee will receive a luxury condominium as a bonus."

The crowd exploded again. I watched faces light up with disbelief and joy, thinking of the junior accountants and administrative assistants who would finally own their own homes. My chest swelled with pride—this was why we'd worked so hard, why I'd pushed myself to exhaustion night after night.

One by one, employees were called forward to receive their property deeds. I smiled and clapped, my engagement ring catching the light with each movement. Then I heard her name.

"Carmen Cole."

My hands stilled as the young intern walked gracefully toward the stage, her emerald dress hugging her curves, her blonde hair cascading in perfect waves. She moved with a confidence that seemed at odds with her usual shy demeanor, and something cold settled in my stomach.

Thomas extended the deed toward her with a smile that looked too warm, too personal. "Congratulations, Carmen. You've been an invaluable addition to our team."

But instead of taking the document, Carmen stepped