Truth be told, he still loved his first wife very much. Although they had divorced years ago, he could never seem to let go of the memories and the love that they once shared. I knew this all too well, as his second wife who had been living in the shadow of his past. I had hoped that in death, he would finally find closure and be able to move on, but as I watched him mourn over my grave, I realized that he had carried his love for his first wife to his own grave. Our once happy life together now seemed meaningless, just a brief interlude in his lifelong love affair with his first and true love. As I watched from the afterlife, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of emptiness and regret, wishing that I had never come in between their love.