Saying Goodbye to The Old Bitter Love

The sudden blazing in my neighborhood jolted me awake. Yet, when I looked around, I found there was no one in the house. It was empty.

Terrified, I called Martin Calhoon, my husband. Just when I turned my head, the door burst open and I saw him running toward me without single clothes on his body.

He immediately scooped me up and carried me down the stairs. As we fled, my eyes caught the vivid red scratch marks all over his body and his neck was littered with countless kiss marks.

"Why were you outside?" I choked, my voice trembling as my pregnant belly tightened painfully.