Hazel POV
The wedding invitation still sat hidden under my mattress like a poisonous secret. I hadn’t thrown it away. I couldn’t. Every time I looked at it, fresh pain sliced through me, but it also reminded me why I had to stay strong.
Two weeks.
Asher was getting married in two weeks.
I hadn’t seen him since the night I almost fainted. He had texted once — a short message asking if I was feeling better — but I hadn’t replied. I didn’t know what to say anymore. My feelings for him were a tangled mess of longing, fear, and heartbreak. And every day, the baby grew bigger inside me. The morning sickness was relentless. My clothes were getting tighter. I was running out of time to hide the truth.
That evening, the house felt unusually quiet. Mom had gone to her night shift. Lucas was in
