Regretting The Wrong Girl Twice
Language: en
My husband, a man who had never known a sick day in his life, was suddenly dying. His grip on my hand was iron-tight, desperate. "When Lila goes, I go too. She’s my soulmate, Nora. You know that. She’s the only thing that ever mattered." The realization hit me like a physical blow. He wasn't just dying; he was giving up. He was choosing to follow his dead ex-girlfriend—his "one that got away"—into the grave. Our children were still young. His company’s finances were in shambles. Yet, to him, none of that held a candle to the memory of Lila recent passing. " In the next life," he rasped,…