My lips curved slightly. In my previous life, when I was the one hospitalized, Calvin and his parents had urged me to let it go. Corinne didn't mean it. Don't make a fuss. Funny how the knife only hurts when it cuts your own flesh.
A vicious glint flashed in Corinne's eyes. Suddenly, she turned on me.
"Queenie—why did you make my brother take cephalosporin? You did this on purpose, didn't you? You wanted to hurt him!"
I laughed in disbelief. My voice went cold. "Corinne, how was I supposed to know you'd spike the drinks? Why would I want to hurt Calvin? He's my husband."
Even if, deep down, I wanted nothing more than to watch him die—I still had to keep up appearances.
Corinne's voice rose again, sharp with accusation. "Then why are you fine? You took cephalosporin too!"
My in-laws turned to look at me as well.
I placed a hand on my stomach, my expression a mixture of lingering fear and grievance.
"Dad, Mom, Calvin and I have been trying for a baby lately. I haven't had my period in a month, so I thought I might be pregnant. Pregnant women can't take cephalosporins, so I made myself throw up the medicine. Unless... you wanted something to happen to me and the baby too?"