Feeling a wave of nausea overcome me, I stumbled towards the nearest restroom, desperately trying to prevent myself from vomiting everywhere. My unsteady steps echoed off the walls as I reached the sanctuary of the toilet, heaving uncontrollably, my body racked with sickness and anguish. Morning sickness was going to be a killer for me.
“Well, well, if it isn’t Daisy Rodriguez. I must be seeing ghosts.” Amid my misery, a familiar voice resonated behind me, slicing through the fragile threads of my composure.
Mia.
Of all people, it had to be her – my spiteful, conniving stepsister, who had callously stolen the person I once believed to be the love of my life. A surge of anger mingled with the dizziness in my head as I turned to face her, my eyes blazing with a mingling of hurt an
