It's Valentine's Day, and my husband finally gets me the projector I've been talking about for years. When our son finds out, he hugs me tight and sighs: "Mom, even though we're kinda poor now, Dad really loves you!" So I go all out and cook a big dinner to celebrate our eighth Valentine's Day together. But just as I'm trying to connect my phone to the projector, a message pops up from the previous owner's account. "Andrew, I'm waiting for you at the Hanley Hotel. Don't forget to give that old projector to that washed-up hag..." "Vivian, who cares about her? She was just a placeholder until you came back. She doesn't even know the truth about my family, and the marriage certificate's fake anyway!" I know that account. There's no doubt that it belongs to my husband, the man I've been with for eight years. "Oh, Andrew, we forgot to log out of the projector account!" "Relax. That woman's probably busy getting ready for her romantic dinner. I'll have Claire log out for us..." Claire? My son's in on this too? ...