CHAPTER NINETEEN
LARA’S POV
The cramps did not get better the next day.
If anything—they got worse. I woke up already in pain, curled tightly under my blanket with my heating pad pressed against my stomach.
“Oh my God…” I groaned into my pillow.
I genuinely wanted to cry.
Yesterday had been horrible enough, but today felt like punishment from the universe itself. I checked the time on my phone. 6:42 a.m.
Too late to call in sick without feeling guilty.
I sighed heavily before dragging myself out of bed.
Every movement hurt. Even breathing felt inconvenient.
After taking painkillers and standing under hot water for nearly twenty minutes, I finally got dressed slowly. Comfort first today.
I wore a soft oversized cream blouse tucked loosely into black straight-leg trousers with lo
