On the day of Andre Ackhurst's funeral, I found out I was carrying his pup. He was my beloved fiancé.I tried our best to manage the pain of Andre's death for the sake of our pup, but my poor mood inevitably affected my pregnancy.Some of the common symptoms I experienced included dizziness, nausea, and edema. I lost nearly all my appetite, and I struggled through sleepless nights.Without the calming effect of Andre's pheromones, I had to put in extra effort to nurture the pup in my body. In less than two months' time, I lost over 20 pounds. When I looked into the mirror, I could see my protruding ribs and pallid skin.Even my in-laws advised me to abort the pup, forget about Andre, and start a new life. They did not have the heart to see me suffer, but I turned down their suggestion without hesitation."Do not bring that up again! Andre and I loved each other to bits. I will never erase his only bloodline in this world!"In the beginning, I was betrothed to Andre's younger twin
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