Red Was My Crime and Her Invitation

My husband Alex said the color red made him violent.

So in our marriage, I wore red only twice.

The first time, I ended up in the ER with thirteen stitches.

The second time, he beat me so badly I lost our baby.

After that, I never wore red again. I dressed all in white.

The day I was discharged after my miscarriage, I saw him at a restaurant—feeding his student, smiling, hands all over her.

She was wearing a red dress.

Then my phone rang.

It was the doctor, his voice full of excitement.

“Mrs. Thorne, we’ve developed a new treatment for your husband’s condition.”