My Husband’s First Love, the Hostage He Rescued

As I was murdered and dismembered, my husband was buying a bracelet for his first love.

He cut off my final desperate call for help with an angry shout.

“I told you I’d be home tonight. Why are you rushing me? Can’t you wait until tonight?”

But I really didn’t make it to tonight.

And he didn’t come home as promised.

Three days later, the police station received a lunchbox filled with body parts washed clean by torrential rain.