After Two Lost Babies, I Walked Away

Mervyn Stephens's first love was insane.

She tailed us at dinner. When we went on dates, she threatened to jump off buildings.

I'd brought up calling the police more than once, and every time Mervyn talked me out of it.

He said Victoria Pruitt was young and didn't know better, and that I shouldn't stoop to a madwoman's level.

Until the day of our engagement party, when Victoria slipped past security and snuck inside.

She tore my wedding gown to shreds and shattered my champagne tower.

Then she shoved me down a staircase—three months pregnant.

This time, Mervyn finally snapped.