She spiked my soup with things like herbs that induce blood circulation or drugs meant to halt the baby's development.
I noticed a persistent dull ache in my lower abdomen and immediately went to the hospital.
The doctor said it was a good thing the dosage was small and that I caught it in time; otherwise, the situation could've been much worse.
After I was discharged, I moved back to my parents' place and called Dexter to tell him what happened.
He came back the next day.
I was touched, thinking he dropped everything for me.
That afternoon, Dexter came to pick me up from my parents' house.
He knelt down in tears, apologizing and saying he'd sent his mom back to her hometown and even hired a nanny to take care of me.
I softened and agreed to go back with him.
Looking back, his mom wasn't going home—she was probably off taking care of his mistress.
After that, Dexter's business trips became more frequent.
He claimed that with the baby coming soon, he had to work harder to make sure we'd have a good life.
But yesterday, I tripped at home and was rushed to the hospital by my friend.