Five Years Of Secret Contraceptives
Language: en
I was two months pregnant when I drank the "wellness tonic" Ken had his assistant deliver to my office. Within minutes, the world tilted. A jagged, white-hot blade of pain ripped through my abdomen, and I collapsed. By the time the paramedics wheeled me into the ER, the pain had blurred my vision into a hazy, pulsing red. I was drifting, caught between the sterile smell of the hospital and the cold reality of what was happening. Then, through the thin curtain of the recovery room, I heard Ken’s voice. He was on the phone, his tone a sharp, hushed hiss. "Who told you to send the…