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On the third anniversary of my death, I finally realized I was nothing but a stand-in for my husband's true love. He came to my grave with his new lover, flaunting their happiness, while the childhood friend I'd hated all my life knelt before my tombstone, knocking his head against the stone until it bled. Crying, he confessed he'd kept the truth from me all these years, just to protect me.