Two Months Later
Someone kept knocking on the bathroom door nonstop. Kirill earned an angry glare from me and decided not to come in again, choosing instead to send my mother.
After a light knock, she slipped inside and found me sitting on the edge of the bathtub.
“Vera, what’s going on? Don’t you want to get married? We need to leave any minute now, and you haven’t even put the dress on.”
I let out a heavy sigh. My hair and makeup had been done in the morning, but the moment it came time to put on the dress, my stomach twisted so badly that I became afraid to leave the bathroom. I already knew the reason for it. And honestly, there was nothing to guess about. I no longer wore the pendant, which meant no injuries or illnesses could harm me anymore. The fact that I was pregnant was unde
