No Love or Hate, Only Beauty

I, Regina Simonds, was pregnant. On my way to tell my husband, Dale Lane, this news, I was followed by a bad person.

I hid in the stairway and called Dale non-stop.

Someone finally picked up after I called him several times, and I heard the coquettish voice of Opal Carroll, his mistress, on the phone.

"Who is this? Why do you keep calling Dale? It's so annoying."

Soon, I heard Dale's voice. "I don't know who that is."

I tried my best to ask him to help me, but he was impatient. "I'm not a cop, OK? I've got important things to do."

I gawked at my phone.