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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."

A Love Rekindled Beyond the Grave

The wedding venue descended into pandemonium. Everyone, including my parents and hers, was left speechless.


However, I wasn't the one taken aback by this turn of events.


In our past lives, it had taken her over sixty years to seek out true happiness. Those brief moments of freedom had been etched in her memory.


This time around, she was resolved not to make the same mistakes again.


Wanda's father's complexion paled. "Wanda! Are you aware of what you're saying?"


Her mother attempted to defuse the situation. "Don't be hasty. This is supposed to be a special day for you and Ethan. Don't let our guests witness this spectacle."


But Wanda stood firm. "Mom, Dad, I'm not being impulsive."


"A loveless marriage is just two people existing side by side for decades, even a lifetime."


She then faced me, her voice softening as she said, "Ethan, I'm truly sorry."


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