"Help me find a private investigator. I want Dexter to lose everything."
Dexter and I met in college.
After one of our post-graduation reunions, he started pursuing me.
Six months later, we were officially together.
On our first anniversary, he proposed, and I said yes.
Dexter came from a small town and wasn't well-off.
When we got married, he gave me $6,000 as a wedding gift and a lot of empty promises.
My parents, wanting to make sure I'd be comfortable in his family, bought me a house and a car before the wedding and even gave me $30,000 as part of the marriage.
After the wedding, Dexter said he was focused on advancing his career and wanted to wait before having kids.
I agreed.
But his mom constantly threw jabs, calling me a hen that couldn't lay eggs.
Dexter always told me to put up with it for his sake.
So, I endured it.
At the beginning of this year, I finally got pregnant.
But his mom said she had a fortune teller check and claimed I was carrying a girl. She told me to get rid of it.
I refused. Boy or girl, it was still my child.
Dexter was away on business at the time, so his mom started causing trouble.