My coworker and I got pregnant around the same time.
She claimed she was at risk of miscarrying, so she acted helpless at work and dumped all her tasks on me.
Later, she accidentally miscarried after secretly drinking my beverage.
Meanwhile, I represented the company in the Most Beautiful Pregnant Woman contest, won an award, got a promotion and a raise, and became famous online.
In a fit of rage, her violent husband pushed me off the thirtieth floor, killing both me and my unborn child.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day entries opened for the Most Beautiful Pregnant Woman contest.
My coworker signed up before I could.
I knew she had been reborn too.
Good. I'd been worrying that I wouldn't find a reason to stay out of the contest.
