After Twenty Years of Sacrifice

Synopsis

Five years after I married my special forces commander husband, news came from the army that he had died in action. Everyone urged me to remarry. But I held on to the promise we made on our wedding night: to love only each other for the rest of our lives. From that day on, I stayed home and cared for my paralyzed mother-in-law for twenty years. My hair turned gray. My face aged. My health collapsed from years of exhaustion. In the end, I died before my mother-in-law did. Only after my death, when my soul drifted above the world, did I discover the truth. My special forces husband had never died. He had been living with his former troupe sweetheart all these years. They even had a son together, who was now in his twenties. The three of them had been living happily as a family. So this was the truth. Everything I had sacrificed for over twenty years had been wasted on the wrong person. He married me only because he needed a free caretaker for his paralyzed mother. Then fate gave me another chance. I returned to the day I received the news that my husband had died. This time, when the young soldier arrived from the army, I looked at him calmly and said, "I'll go with you. I want to bring his body home myself."