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For three years, I was nothing more than his wife on paper, a stand-in while he waited for his true love to come back. When his childhood sweetheart finally returned from abroad, I handed him the divorce papers, only to discover I was gravely ill. And the man who was three years too late for me, as I turned to leave, eyes red, finally said, "I didn't mean not to love you. I realized it too late."