Blood on the Snow, A Lost Life

On our sixth anniversary, I found my fiancé Carter had given my grandmother's heirloom locket to his "fragile" colleague, Carmen.

When I confronted him, he slapped me across the face.

He then dragged me out into the snow, forcing me to my knees to apologize to Carmen for upsetting her. The stress and his violence triggered a miscarriage. I was losing our baby right there at his feet.

He never even noticed the blood staining the snow. He was too busy comforting the woman he chose over me and our child.

I left that night and never looked back.