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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

"Once this is done, they can be his devoted children and grandchildren."


Rage coursed through my veins, making my whole body shake. Before I could speak, Wanda suddenly fell to her knees with a loud thump.


She wasn't alone. My son and grandsons gathered around her one after another.


"Father, Mr. Collins has endured so much. He's all alone, without family or offspring."


"We're only switching our last name to give him some solace in his final days."


"Mr. Collins has been incredibly generous to us. He even included us in his will, bequeathing us his family estate."


"Even if we change our surname, we're still your grandchildren."


"That's right, Grandfather. These days, lots of people take their mother's last name."


"Plus, Grandmother has already remarried. It makes sense for us to follow suit."


"And if it's such a concern, we can always revert back after the funeral."


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