A Love Rekindled Beyond the Grave

In her late sixties, my spouse, Wanda Larson, covertly drafted a testament expressing her desire to be interred alongside her first love, Luigi Collins, upon her passing.

Upon discovering this, I was so enraged that my hands trembled uncontrollably.

"You're my wife, Ethan Mitchell's wife! Your final resting place can only be in the Mitchell Family graveyard."

"How would others perceive you sharing a burial plot with another man?"

In that instant, Wanda remained silent. She offered no rebuttal, no self-justification. She simply kept quiet.

I attempted to reprimand her, cause a commotion, and reason with her. Yet, she remained steadfast.

By the third day of her refusal to eat, I found myself sitting helplessly, watching her weep silently while clutching an image of that man.

Eventually, I capitulated. I let myself surrender.

"Wanda, let's end our marriage."

Her previously dull eyes brightened. She gazed at me serenely and agreed. "Very well."