Lying silently on the luxurious bed, I sensed a chilling sensation beneath me. Confusion swept over me as I realized I'd slept dry last night. Why this sudden coldness, and the unsettling feeling of moisture beneath me? A dread filled me as I feared the truth.

"Don't tell me it's what I'm dreading," I pondered, my heart racing as I mustered the courage to investigate. My body trembled, and I nervously swallowed, then turned to confront my fears. My hand brushed the bedcover, confirming it was wet.

This couldn't be water; no one would've poured water on me. This was my worst nightmare, the one I'd done everything to prevent, at least for the rest of the week I was here.

But fate had other plans today. I let the tears flow freely as I gazed at the stained bed. I'd wet the bed again. My gaze darted to where Emma should have been sleeping on the other side, but she was gone. Where had she disappeared to?

"Oh my God… Not again," I sobbed, standing up. I quickly changed my clothes, removed the soiled bedsheet, and replaced it with a fresh one.

I found a spare blanket in Emma's wardrobe, folding it neatly to cover the damp spot. My wedding was just two weeks away, and Emma, my lifelong friend, had suggested we spend some quality time together before I embarked on married life.

She had no inkling about my secret, a burden only my family carried. Back in school, they'd rented a separate apartment for me, allowing me to discreetly deal with this issue. During my service days, it was the same story. I'd tried everything to keep it hidden, ashamed of my predicament. I was at my wit's end.

After a quick freshening up in the bathroom to hide my red, tear-streaked face, I returned to tidy the room. As I neared completion, Emma walked in.

"Hey there... finally up?" Emma greeted, her smile as enchanting as ever. "I didn't see you when I woke up."