My Best Friend Took My Husband and My Baby Novel – I went on a blind date pretending to be my high-society best friend, and the Reed heir fell for me instantly. From that day on, any man who so much as glanced at me twice would end up beaten and dumped in a river by him.
When I finally confessed my true identity, Alexander Reed took a knife and carved three deep slashes across the back of his hand, each cut to the bone. “No matter who you are,” he said hoarsely, “don’t ever leave me. The thought of you marrying someone else, having someone else’s child… it makes me want to kill them.” For three years, he worshiped me.
Until the night I rushed home, glowing with excitement, ready to tell him I was pregnant, and found him and my best friend tangled naked in our bed. I lost control. I screamed, threw things, tried to drive them both out of my house. Alexander’s eyes were red when he slapped me. “Grace, why are you acting crazy?” “I broke off my engagement with the Whitman family for you.
Chloe has been humiliated ever since. She just wants a child to secure her place in the family—can’t you be a little more understanding?” Chloe knelt on the floor, clutching her stomach, her voice trembling. “Grace, I’m already pregnant. The baby’s innocent…” I looked at them coldly. “We’re done.” Alexander went berserk. “Who said you could break up with me?” That night, in the middle of a storm, he locked me out on the balcony and made me listen while they had sex inside.
By morning, I was burning with fever. I miscarried that night. Alexander Reed, this time, I’ll never forgive you. He didn’t unlock the balcony door until I was barely conscious, my body numb from the cold. He threw a warm coat over my shoulders and placed my icy feet against his stomach to warm them. He sighed helplessly. “Grace, don’t blame me for being cruel. You’re just too stubborn.
Every little thing turns into a fight, you threaten to leave… I can only do this to make you behave.” He brushed a strand of hair from my face. “Tell me, who else would love you and cherish you like I do?” Cherish me? I almost laughed. He knew no one could survive a night like that in such a storm, yet he still locked me out’. I’d pounded on the glass, begging him to let me in, telling him I was pregnant and couldn’t risk the cold—that I could lose the baby.
But Alexander only lifted his head briefly from Chloe’s body, glanced at me, and said tiredly, “Grace, stop lying to me. I love you, but I’m not stupid. You had your appendix removed a few months ago, remember? I didn’t even touch you afterward. How could you possibly be pregnant?” Blood ran down my legs, soaking through my dress.
I screamed until my throat was raw, begging him to take me to a doctor. He got out of bed, opened the glass door, and cupped my face with a tender smile. “Sweetheart, you just love me too much. You imagined being pregnant. Once Chloe gives birth, I’ll give you a baby of your own. We’ll be a happy little family, okay?” Then he pulled a sanitary pad from the nightstand and pressed it into my hand. “I’ve kept track of every one of your cycles for the past three years.
You’re not miscarrying, Grace. You’re just on your period, silly girl.” No matter how I screamed after that, he ignored me. My cries of pain only seemed to excite them further. The louder I wept, the harder Alexander went, and the louder Chloe moaned, as if to make sure I heard every sound.