I stood in front of the mirror, my heart racing as I gently cradled my growing belly. This was a moment I had dreamed about for so long. After everything Mark and I had been through, I was finally pregnant.

Now, I could finally start planning our wedding. I couldn’t stop smiling as I admired myself in the white dress. It was simple yet elegant, with delicate lace details that made me feel like a princess. Everything felt perfect.

— This is really happening — I whispered to myself, my voice trembling with excitement. Read More Below

I pictured myself walking down the aisle, with Mark waiting for me, his eyes filled with love, just like always. I had waited so long to have a baby before getting married. Now, everything was falling into place.

Startled, I turned around and saw a woman standing a few feet away, arms crossed, brows furrowed. Her name tag read “Martha.” She looked about my age, with sharp features and eyes that seemed to pierce through me.