The Swap
Language: en
The day I died of illness, the ward was crowded with people sending me off. Even my lifelong rival came. Only my husband of twenty-five years, Gavin Rutherford, was absent. He accompanied his "The One That Got Away" and her son to Iceland to see the aurora. The moment before I breathed my last, my phone received a text from him. [Back then for the family, I had to marry you, but all these years I made you take birth control pills, forbid you to have children, you agreed, count as a good wife.] [If there is a next life, I will still choose you. Rest in peace in this life, I will…