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Before I died, my husband drained my spinal marrow for his first crush. Because of that, I never had children with him. At fifty, the first crush's husband died. Crying with joy, my husband divorced me and married her. The three of them became a family, while I was left to grow old alone. He said he had spent half his life with me and that the rest belonged to his child. The cruelest part? After death, as a wandering soul, I found out his first crush never had leukemia.