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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 we've introduced our families, we'll tie the knot."


The room exploded with joyous felicitations, instantly enlivening the atmosphere.


In the midst of the jubilation, Luigi approached me slowly.


"Ethan, regardless of today's events, I'd like to raise a glass to you."


My history with Wanda was common knowledge, so everyone was aware.


My former schoolmates' faces brightened with interest, anticipating some drama or perhaps a flicker of envy.


Instead, I responded with a calm smile, "For what reason?"


Luigi glanced briefly at Wanda, his expression warm, before replying. "I want to express my gratitude for releasing Wanda five years ago. If not for your decision, I might never have recognized the depth of her affection for me."


"On that day, she journeyed across great distances in her bridal gown, solely to find me. It was then I realized she had never truly let me go."


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