She stopped me. Said, "You’re fine. You’re young, not in pain. Probably just your body being weak. Eat more, rest and it’ll sort itself out."
I believed her. Every. Damn. Word. And I kept believing until the day I gave birth in front of my classmates and my whole life fell apart.
After I gave birth in class, everything spiraled.
The school stripped me of my spot in grad school like it was nothing. And just like that, Yolanda took my place like she had been waiting for it.
She didn’t stop there. She took my baby, too. Said I wasn’t in the right state of mind to raise a child. I could barely think straight, let alone fight back. I didn’t even get to hold him for more than a second.
Then after I died, I found out she got everything she ever wanted. She got into grad school. She marched into the Larkin’s house with my child and he agreed to marry her.
She even had the nerve to visit my grave, all dressed up and glowing, holding my son.
"This kid is actually the result of a one-night stand between Mr. Larkin and me," she said, like it was some kind of joke.
"I brought him the baby and he said yes immediately. I'm gonna be Mrs. Larkin next month."