He Stuffed Me in the Freezer to Atone, Then Went Mad

My husband's first love got a few nosebleeds. To punish me, he stuffed me in the freezer and made me write a confession.

"Tie the whole freezer up with rope and throw it in the wine cellar underground. Let her repent properly."

I slammed against the freezer door, bleeding nonstop and begging him to let me out.

But he took his first love to Antarctica to see penguins and go skiing.

A week later, he returned from his trip and opened the freezer. When he saw my rotting, stinking corpse, he completely lost his mind.