Love Drenched in Blood 01

On our third anniversary, 36 weeks pregnant, I waited for Santino. Instead, police called: he’d been caught stealing a woman’s undergarments. At the station, his shirt was dirtied. A barely-dressed intern, Baylee Ford, shielded him. “I bought those for him! It’s a misunderstanding!” Black lace still in his hand. I approached. He stepped in front of her, ready to explain. I slapped him first. “Santino, you’re disgusting.”