*Abi POV*
It’s been a week since Omario left with Olivia, yet I am still raging inside. None of this would have happened had he listened to me the first time.
Another bout of nausea hits me, sending me flying to the toilet. I hardly sleep these days. If I am not cursing my mate, I am throwing up everything. I am just glad that seems to be early morning and evenings when I am alone. The last thing I need is everyone fussing over me.
As is, Mother Luna Nala is fussing enough. She is even insisting on cooking all my food. I appreciate all her support and the love she is showering me with.
Unlike Terrence, who openly tells me that I am overreacting, she has never even once blamed me for anything.
“You know what this means, right?” Nina links.
I ignore her, gag and throw up some more.
