As the days went on, nausea only seemed to be getting worse. Initially, I thought it was because of stress, but now I’m thinking it’s something entirely different. I needed to figure out a way to find out if I was pregnant or not, without anybody knowing about it. If I can find out for myself on the down low, I could probably take matters into my own hands and end the pregnancy before anyone is made aware of the situation.
Until then, I had to figure out a way to hide my nausea. I was still being watched carefully by the head maid, Beatrice, and some other maids, but there were periods when they would look the other way. Those were the periods I allowed myself to throw up without their knowledge.
Thankfully, Marlon has been away the last couple of weeks due to having to tend to the war
