A Farewell Written in Wine

Our third anniversary. I waited all night. But my husband was with his lover, protecting her baby.

He forced me, pregnant, to apologize to his mistress and called me cruel.

They forced me to down seven glasses of liquor. Before I passed out from vomiting blood, I told him.

"The child in my belly was killed by your own hands. Are you satisfied now?"

He knelt and begged for forgiveness like a madman.

But he didn't know that I had already taken the check his mother gave me and flown to a world without him.

This time, I would make sure he regretted it for the rest of his life.

1.