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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

"I shouldn't have embraced your affection when I wasn't truly able to let go."


I cut her off, saying, "Wanda, what's past is past. There's no use discussing it now."


"Ethan, even if we can't be married, we can still maintain a friendship."


Wanda presented a credit card to me. "This card contains one hundred forty thousand dollars. Please take it for now."


"Also, I didn't intend to upset you at the earlier class reunion, so please don't take it personally."


I couldn't help but laugh bitterly. "What's the purpose of this money? Is it some kind of charity?"


"I'm sorry, but I don't need your restitution," I replied calmly. "Wanda, I've moved forward after our five-year separation."


"You have your own life, and I have mine."


"We're like distant mountains and oceans that never meet."


"Please stop the vehicle. I want to exit."


My resolve caught Wanda off guard. Instead of halting, she accelerated.


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