"Bleurgh!" I vomited the last piece of dinner I had yesterday- I never knew I ate that much yesterday.
These past few mornings have been like a s**t show, I felt bloated and had constant morning sickness. Now with these symptoms, a person with common sense will say I'm pregnant.
However, I am too stubborn to admit it to myself. If indeed I was pregnant- my source of motivation for everything will fade away.
The chance of getting back with my dearest ex-husband is slim to none at that point.
"I really need to get a check-up," I mutter to myself. I can't keep hiding these symptoms forever, Asher has insisted I move in with him as a roommate.
I can't move in as a freeloader and so I agreed as long as he lets me pay rent. After all, l've spent 2 weeks inside this hotel.
I picked up
