It had been a week since the proposal, yet the memory still glimmered in my mind like a dream I didn’t want to wake from. The yacht, the champagne, the fireworks… Roman’s voice trembling slightly as he asked me to be his forever. Even now, every time I caught the flash of the diamond on my finger, a small smile would find me, no matter what I was doing.

But this morning, that same hand was trembling, not from joy, but from the weight of the nausea swirling in my stomach.

I groaned softly, ...