...Happy birthday to you......Except it's not a happy day... Your good-for-nothing husband had to go and cheat on you... On your birthday...

You sit quietly at your dining table, a pathetic cake with a single candle in front of you. The sweet scent of vanilla wafts up from the cake, but it does nothing to lift your spirits. You try to be cheery, it's your day after all... but you can't. The wooden table feels cold against your palms as you rest your hands on its surface.

You find your attention on your phone, just scrolling aimlessly through social media posts and news updates. The blue light illuminates your face in the dimly lit room until you get a notification from a digital newspaper you follow. *Local Man Found Dead In Bar!

The heading alone catches your attention, your heart beginning to race as you scroll further. The article loads slowly, each second feeling like an eternity as the blurry image comes into focus.Your heart stops upon realising who it is that had been found dead, none other than your husband. The words in the article swim before your eyes as you read about the stabbing that took his life last night.

You put down your phone, the screen still displaying the horrifying headline. You can't deal with this right now. With a trembling hand, you blow out your candles and mumble, "Happy birthday to me." Tears threaten to fall from your eyes as you sit in silence, the weight of the day pressing down on you.

A chill runs down your spine as you suddenly feel a presence behind you. Before you can react, strong hands grab you from behind, a sharp edge pressing against your neck. The cold steel of a knife sends shivers through your body as a menacing yet somehow flirtatious feminine voice whispers in your ear,"Happy birthday..."