Emma's POV
“I hate you, Emma. Because of you, Robert broke up with me. He said I wasn’t as good as you. You’re a bad luck charm,” Thea said, her voice full of hatred and hitting home. 
My heart clenched at her words. This wasn’t the first time I’d heard hurtful words, but, still, it made this moment extremely uncomfortable. “I’m done with you guys. I have a family,” I said firmly, trying to stand on my feet despite the weight of it all. 
However, Thea was still looking at me with a face full of hatred. Her jealousy was obvious, and I felt like she was trying to hurt me, not just express her discomfort. Normally, I would have preferred not to get involved in an argument like this, but right now, I feel a little trapped. 
“What do you expect? He chose you and left me. Your family is none of my business,” Thea said firmly as if to show that her pain was greater than anything else. 
Her words hit me, and even though I wanted to defend myself, I didn’t even know what else to say. “You’re just showing that you’re still stuck in the past. I don’t want to get involved in this drama. You can take care of your own problems,” I replied quietly, trying to keep my cool despite my heart racing. 
Logan remained by my side, and I could feel his unspoken support. The strength of his presence made me know that I wasn’t alone in this situation. 
“But he’s the better one, right? Now you’ve come into my life and just ruined everything,” Thea continued, her voice rising slightly. 
My patience was wearing thin, and I tried to remind myself that there was no point in arguing with someone who only wanted to be negative. “I can’t help what happened between you and Robert. What matters to me right now is my family and our future,” I said, trying to stand firm despite the resentment that was blocking my way. 
Thea looked angry, and I could tell that it wasn’t going to stop. It made me feel a little anxious, but I also knew that after this moment, I wasn’t going to let this situation bother me any further. Our family and our happiness were what lay ahead, no matter how hard the past tried to pull me back. 
 As the conversation continued without any hope of resolving it, I realized it was best to walk away and focus on the love we had built together with Logan. 
I didn’t care about them. Besides, I hadn’t seen Robert since our breakup. After picking up the medicine, Logan took me home. He always knew how to make me feel better, even in difficult situations. 
“Get some rest! But unfortunately, I have to go to the office. I have a client meeting this afternoon,” Logan said, making the atmosphere warmer. 
“Yeah, go and do your best. I’ll be fine,” I replied, trying to instill confidence in myself and him. 
When we got home, Logan was still watching me with a pang of worry in his eyes. I appreciated the concern, but I also wanted to make sure he knew I could handle this. As he prepared to leave, I felt a sense of confidence well up inside me that I could get through the day without him bothering me. 
“If you need anything, call me. I’ll always be here for you,” he said sincerely, looking at me so I could see how much he loved me. 
 “Don’t worry, everything will be fine. Focus on your work. I’ll rest and wait for the kids to come home,” I said, trying to encourage both of us. 
He gave me a soft kiss on the forehead before leaving, and as the door closed, the house was quiet again. After all the commotion outside, it was time for me to take care of myself and my mental health. 
I then walked to my bed, thinking about everything that had happened. The pain and conflict with Thea had exhausted me, but I decided not to let it ruin my day. I took a deep breath, trying to clear my mind of all the negativity. 
Today was an opportunity to strengthen myself and support the family I had built with Logan. With every passing minute, I resolved to focus on our happiness, keeping our love growing amidst all the obstacles. 
After Logan left me, my head was still spinning. I even felt the sudden urge to throw up, and everything felt so tiring. I felt weak, and the question “Oh my gosh, what’s wrong with me?” kept raging in my mind. The doctor said earlier that I was just tired, but my condition doesn't seem to be getting any better.
With all my might, I tried to take the medicine and drink it, hoping to relieve the symptoms. However, after a while, there was no change at all. The dizziness and nausea still haunted me. What was wrong? Should I go back to the doctor?
At this time, my feelings began to become anxious and confused. Lying in bed, I tried to think of what steps to take, but everything felt blurry. I wanted to feel better, but this method didn't seem to work.
Finally, I decided to try and lie down in a comfortable position, hoping to sleep for a while and wake up feeling better. I closed my eyes, trying to calm my mind and body, but the nausea wouldn't go away.
After a while, as I lay there, my worries about my health made me feel more and more uncomfortable. Was this just fatigue, or could there be something more serious?
I moved my body to reach for the phone beside the bed and started to consider calling Logan. If there was no improvement, maybe I should ask him to come back and take me to the doctor again. I didn't want to worry him, but my health was more important.
 With mixed feelings, I finally decided to call Logan. After a few rings, he picked up the phone with a worried tone. “Emma? Are you okay?” he asked, his voice clearly showing concern.
“I… I don’t feel good. I feel dizzy and nauseous, even after taking the medicine,” I said weakly.
“Okay, I’ll be right back. We’ll go see the doctor again,” he replied, his voice firm and earnest.
I felt a little at ease when he said those words. “Thank you, Logan. I didn’t know what to do,” I said gratefully.
“We’ll get through this together. Don’t worry, okay?” he said, and I could feel the determination and concern in his voice.
As we ended the call, I tried to lie down more comfortably, trusting that help would come soon. With Logan’s support beside me, I hoped that this would all be resolved soon and that I could return to the happiness of our family.
When Logan arrived home, I immediately felt guilty. “I’m sorry for bothering you,” I said, looking at him with deep guilt.
 “It’s okay, it’s my duty as your husband. Besides, my meeting with the client is postponed until tomorrow,” he said with a smile, trying to show that his presence was the most important thing right now.
After arriving at the hospital, I felt a little anxious when the nurse directed me to the obstetrician. My heart was pounding. “Am I pregnant?” I thought to myself. Up until now, I hadn’t considered this possibility, but all the signs that had been happening lately made it impossible for me to ignore it.
After being called, I went into the examination room and explained the symptoms I was experiencing. The doctor explained about pregnancy tests and suggested that I do a urine test in the bathroom. She gave me a test kit and showed me how to use it.
With a pounding heart, I stepped into the bathroom. All the receptors in me were attached to one question: “Am I really pregnant?” While I was doing the test, various thoughts were spinning in my mind about what would happen next.
After finishing, I put the test kit away with full hope. While waiting for the results, my anxiety and curiosity increased. If the result was positive, how would we deal with this situation? On one hand, I was excited about the prospect of a new family member, but on the other, I also felt a huge burden coming.