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My Mom Killed My Dog, So I Put a Baby In Her. She poisoned Charlie. My dog was dead. I needed revenge that was alive. I had access to her clinic. I knew her cycle. She was vulnerable. I found a donor—cheap, chaotic, unknown. I drugged her wine. She slept. I inseminated her while she slept. She woke confused, sore. She blamed stress. Months later, she was pregnant. She screamed, “How?” I just smiled. “You took my life, I gave you yours.” Now she carries it. Every kick, every cost is my revenge.