Love Drenched in Blood

Our third wedding anniversary also happened to be the thirty-sixth week of my pregnancy.

I didn't wait long enough for Santino Douglas to come home and cut the cake.

Instead, I got a phone call from the local police station.

"Your husband was caught stealing a woman's undergarments."

By the time I arrived, Santino's white shirt was covered in dusty footprints.

And a barely-dressed female intern was standing in front of him, guarding him like a human shield.

She kept yelling at the officer who was taking notes, "This is a misunderstanding! I bought those for Mr. Douglas!