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.
“You’ve suffered a miscarriage. The baby can’t be saved, and we need to perform an emergency procedure to stop the bleeding and save your life.”
Tears streamed down my face as I thought about the baby I had been looking forward to holding in my arms. Just days ago, during my prenatal checkup, I had imagined a happy life as a mother with Oscar by my side. Now, that dream was gone.
The doctor urged me to call a family member to sign the consent form for the operation. Trembling, I dialed Oscar’s number over and over.
He finally answered, but his tone was annoyed as he said, “Evelyn, what is it? I’m busy.”
I tried to explain through sobs as I told him, “Oscar, I’m in the hospital … I-”
Before I could finish, he cut off, “Where’s the lubricant in the bedroom? I can’t find it!”
I froze at what he just said, “What do you need that for right now?”
His answer was as casual as it was cruel as he said, “For Madeline’s dog, of course. Why do you ask so many questions?”
The doctor beside me stared, stunned by what he’d just overheard. My heart shattered into a million pieces. I realized then that Oscar didn’t care about me or our unborn child.