Riri Ann
Three days after his first love Mandy's death, my husband locked me in a steel cage and sank me into the ocean.
"You vicious woman," he spat. "Stay here and repent to Mandy!"
He didn't know I carried his child. I thrust the pregnancy confirmation toward him, but he walked away without a backward glance.
Yet when he later saw my corpse—bloated and decomposing in the seawater—he went insane.