Just Before My Wedding: Trapped By My Ruthless Boss novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152

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The smell of the food in her paper bag reached me then.

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turned over so violently had to clamp a hand over ray me

I lurched up off the bed, swallowing hard, breathing through my nose the way I’d been doing all werk.

“Kiss?” Nessa was on her feet too. “Hey you’ve gone grey. What is it?”

“I’m fine.” I gripped the edge of the dresser until the wave passed. “It’s nothing. I’ve just been tak On and off. For a while now. The smell of food, mornings. Stress, probably. Everything I been-

I stopped, because Nessa had gone very still, and her eyes had moved over me in a way I couldn’t read, quick and assessing, before the warmth came back into them.

But the calm didn’t last. The nausea rolled up again before Nessa could speak.

I stumbled off the bed and barely made it to the bathroom before I started retching tato the toile

Nothing much came out.

Only bitterness, spit, and the kind of weakness that made my whole body shake.

Nessa appeared behind me and gathered my hair away from my face.

“How long,” she said carefully, “have you been feeling sick in the mornings?”

“I don’t know. A couple of weeks? Maybe more.” I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth.

She led me back to the room and made me sit carefully.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked when I caught her staring intently at me.

“No reason.” She picked her bag up off the floor and slung it over her shoulder, brisk, decisive, and sweet. “But you’re not eating, you’re exhausted, you’re throwing up, and you’ve just been through hell. I’m taking you to a hospital. Now. Before you collapse in this awful little room and no one even knows you’re here.”

“Nessa, I can’t afford-”

“It’s covered. Don’t argue.” She held out her hand to me, and her smile was the kindest thing I’d seen all day. “Come on. Let someone take care of you for once.”

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“Nessa” I whispered, slowing down. “Maybe we should just go

“No.” She didn’t even look at me. Take a seat over there”

“I’m serious. It’s probably just stress”

“It might be.” She finally turned to me. “And if it is, they’ll tell us that. Then we go back you Jeep. and I stop worrying.”

I pressed a hand to my stomach. It still felt unsettled, like something inside me had been turned the

wrong way.

Nessa handled everything at the desk while I sat in a chair under a fluorescent tube, my

knotted in my lap, watching nurses move past me like this was just a normal Monday afternoon for everybody.

They took me back faster than I expected. Money does that, and Nessa had handed over a card without blinking.

A doctor examined me – pressed cool fingers along my abdomen, asked me to lie back, and asked a lot of questions, like:

‘Are you sexually active?‘

‘Are you on any birth control?‘

‘Any nausea, dizziness, or breast tenderness?‘

Why all these questions? I wondered,

This was all just stress.

The doctor even asked when my last menstrual cycle was.

Jesus.

I’d stumbled on that one. I genuinely couldn’t remember. Everything in the last two months had been chaos, and I’d stopped tracking anything that wasn’t a crisis.

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Stop Nessa took my hand, folded it between both of hers. Her palms were warm and mine were shaking “You’re spiraling. You’ve had the worst week of your life and youve barely dep

or eaten. Of course you feel terrible. That doesn’t mean it’s somet

just hear what he says. You’re fine. I promise you, you’re fine

I wanted to believe her. I’d spent the whole day wanting to believe her, and she’d teen night about everything else, hadn’t she? So I sat back and let her hold my hand and tried to slow my breathing

It felt like an hour of waiting, but it was probably fifteen minutes.

A nurse came around the corner with a clipboard. “Miss Harry? The doctor will see you now”

I stood so fast the room tilted and Nessa’s hand was at my elbow before I’d even reached for it.

“I’ve got you,” she murmured. “Come on.”

*****

The doctor looked up when we came in, and his eyes went from me to Nessa and back, polite and

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