Chapter 18

All the drama has drained me, and my secret bundle of joy has not been making my night easy either. I excuse myself from Nathaniel, telling him I need a minute. He doesn’t seem to mind. He hasn’t been mentally present since Andrew. I sneak back into the house, making my way to our upstairs bedroom bathroom. Nausea grips me. Hiding my pregnancy from everyone will clearly be a challenge.

After I finish vomiting, I walk to the mirror to clean myself up. I look at my reflection, wondering what I am doing and if this contract is worth it. I do not recognize myself any more. I have lost touch with the person I was just a few weeks ago. My life was on track. I was in love. I had friends. Now here I am in a rich man's bathroom, about to marry him and have his child, even though I barely know him. Its laughable.

Why is Andrew even here, and why did he bring Becca? I wish that, for just a day, I could have some sort of peace. I splash some water on my face, trying to steady my nerves, but every