On Valentine's Day, my husband took me out for a candlelit dinner and booked us a couples' hotel to make it up to me. My mother-in-law was furious, so that night she stayed home alone and slit her wrists. By the time we got back, blood covered the floor, and she had been dead for quite some time. From then on, my husband resented me, saying my pettiness had caused his mother's death. He beat me to death, dismembered me, and buried me in front of her grave to atone. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on Valentine's Day.
