~Amber
I knelt on the cool tiles of the bathroom floor, my stomach heaving with waves of nausea.
The faint scent of disinfectant mingled with the bitter taste in my mouth as I leaned over the toilet bowl, my hands gripping the edges tightly.
It hit me suddenly, the overwhelming urge to vomit, a sensation I'll become all too familiar with in a few days.
My body seemed to rebel against me, each wave of nausea more intense than the last. I closed my eyes, willing the discomfort to pass, but it persisted, relentless and consuming.
As I retched, I felt tears prickle at the corners of my eyes. It wasn't just the physical strain but the emotional whirlwind that accompanied it. The realization washed over me again—I was pregnant for a hot and ruthless billionaire.
A mix of sadness and appreh
