I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, anger boiling in my chest.
“Is she your father? Are you really going to leave a pregnant woman on the side of the road for a dog?” I angrily bombarded my boyfriend with questions.
Oscar didn’t like my tone.
He frowned and spoke impatiently, "You’re so unreasonable."
"Get out of the car," he said coldly.
I stared at him in disbelief as I asked him, "What are you talking about?"
Instead of answering, he yanked open the door, pulled me out, and shoved me toward the side of the road until I fell as he impatiently said, "Hurry up. Just flag down a car or something. I’m taking this one to get dog food for Madeline."
Before I could protest, he got back into the car and sped off, leaving me alone on the highway. I stood there, clutching my swollen belly, feeling abandoned and betrayed.
The stress and exhaustion overwhelmed me, and a sharp pain shot through my abdomen. I collapsed to the ground, crying out in agony. Blood seeped between my legs as panic set in. Struggling to stay conscious, I called an ambulance.
In the hospital, the doctor examined me with a grave expression.