In fact, consider St. Valentine himself: the namesake of our February 14th chocolate-and-sweethearts extravaganza suffered a martyr’s death.
I singled out “Beauty”, a retelling of the classic story. The author opted for a weeper of an ending. I liked the novel. Except the end. Which I didn’t like at all.
My anti-Valentine’s recommendations notwithstanding, I’m such a sucker for HEA.