She Shoved Me in the Fridge, Then Went Mad When I Admitted Her Mistake

My wife’s first love got a few drops of blood from his nose, and to punish me, she shoved me into a refrigerator and made me write a confession. “Tie the whole refrigerator up with rope and dump it in the wine cellar underground. Let him suffer for what he’s done.” I slammed against the door, bleeding nonstop, and begged her to let me out. Instead, she took her first love to Antarctica to see penguins and go skiing. A week later, she came back from her trip and opened the refrigerator. When she saw my rotting, stinking corpse, she completely lost her mind.