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Chapter 13

Author: Ij Gabriel
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-28 14:06:19

Amelia’s POV

"You look like death warmed over."

Ethan’s voice pulled me from the haze of pain as I pressed a heating pad against my stomach. I had barely opened my eyes when a sharp cramp twisted deep inside me, making me groan.

"I feel like death warmed over," I muttered, shifting under the blanket.

I had planned on sleeping in, skipping my early morning session with Ethan. He'd think less of me if he knew, so I'd warned him in advance by texting him. I hadn't even hoped to have that response, let alone for him to drop by to visit. And here he stood, in my doorway, arms crossed, looking at me with an unreadable face.

He came as a surprise to me. Ethan was far from being comforting.

"Already skipping on me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Not by choice," I ground out through teeth clamped in an icy line as another spasm surged through me. "Believe me, I'd rather be anywhere but here, all bundled up like an dead cockroach."

His lips twitched, as though he was fighting a smirk. "Dramati
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