A few days later, Zyra found herself waking up with the same nauseous feeling. The morning sickness was relentless, and each day seemed to drag on with her feeling more exhausted than the last. Marcus stayed by her side, his concern growing with each passing day.

On this particular morning, as the sun’s rays peeked through the curtains, Zyra hurriedly made her way to the bathroom once again. Marcus followed her, his worry etched deeply on his face.

“Zyra, are you okay?” he asked, ...