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I'd been with Yannis Lewis my entire life. I bore him children, raised them, and stayed by his side until the day he died—and yet he never even gave me a wedding. After he passed, I found a photo hidden in his wallet and realized he had always been in love with his first love, Cherry Goodman. At seventy, I ended my own life with sleeping pills. My two sons watched me writhe in the sun shower, unfazed. Once I was dead, they had me cremated right away. They didn't even keep the urn—just flushed my ashes down the crematorium drain. And my belongings were tossed out like trash. But fate had other plans. I woke up again—on the very day Cherry arrived at our door with her daughter. Yannis and my two sons ganged up on me, screaming about how heartless I was for not taking them in. I pulled out the divorce papers and walked out of that house without looking back. The ironic thing was, after I left, they fell apart.