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Six Months Pregnant
I stared at the dinner that Morgan had prepared for me. It was rare for her to prepare the food—she usually insisted that I should be the one who cooked even though the smell from the kitchen sometimes made me nauseated due to my pregnancy.
Tonight's dinner for me was an over grilled steak. I knew that eating it wouldn't be good for my pregnancy, because the over grilled surface of the meat was carcinogenic and would harm my baby.
Sighing, I slowly cut the outer part of the meat until it was safe for me to eat it.
At least the steak was fully cooked. I still remembered the time Morgan prepared raw fish for me, which I hadn't eaten at all.
I loved sushi, but it was better for a pregnant woman to eatsomething that was well cooked, especially for seafood.
The case might not be the same for every woman, but I'd decided to play safe.
I didn't know whether she knew all that information, but if she did, then she might purposely try to make me lose my baby, and that thought frightened me.
After I finished eating my steak, Morgan's voice echoed from the living room, "Don't forget to wash the dishes."
I obeyed her. After cleaning the table, I walked to the kitchen to wash the dishes, but just as I was about to put the plate into the sink, I slipped.
My heart thumped hard as I quickly gripped the edge of the counter for support. That, however, made me drop the plate and it shattered on the floor.
My breathing was short and fast when I carefully stepped back to avoid the sharp pieces of the broken plate.
While my hands were still shaking, I let go of my grip on the kitchen counter and slumped against the wall in the corner.
I stared at what just happened before me, and my eyes widened as I saw an oil spill on the floor. It was no wonder that I'd slipped just now.
Who the hell had spilt the oil?
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Seven Months Pregnant
I couldn't believe that I'd entered the third trimester of my pregnancy. No words could explain how joyful I was every time I could feel my child actively moving inside me.
Relief washed over me from knowing that my baby was healthy.
One day, I was entering my room when I saw Morgan standing beside my nightstand, staring at a glass of water on it.
I stopped short, watching with eyes wide as she slippedsomething into the glass. It looked like a tablet, which quickly dissolved in the water.
When she noticed me standing by the door, she abruptly turned around.
"I just wanted to check that you have enough water to drink in your room." She smiled too sweetly. "It's better to stay hydrated when you're pregnant."
I was too shocked to respond to her. Was she going to tell me about the tablet? I guess not.
"Make sure to drink plenty of water." She patted my shoulder before walking off, leaving me stunned.
When she closed the door behind me with a soft thud, I grabbed the water, rushed to the bathroom and threw all of it into the sink.
I walked back into my room, staring blankly ahead, panting.
What the hell just happened?
Morgan was really trying to kill my child. I let out a shaky breath, and a soft cry left my mouth as I collapsed onto the floor.
