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After I died, I learned that my 80-year-old husband, Greg Carter, had loved his widowed sister-in-law, Marian Walsh, his whole life. Outside the room was a small table with my funeral picture. Inside, Greg was tangled up with Marian. I heard him say to her, "Now that Grace is gone, I'm all alone again. Marian, do we still have a chance?" But Marian answered, "Greg, you're confused. We're both old. What kind of future could we have?" At that, Greg's eyes suddenly turned red. His voice caught. "Marian, you said you couldn't forget my dead brother and had to stay a widow for him. I accepted that. "You said, as my sister-in-law, you were older and felt responsible for me. You didn't want to hold me back. So you insisted on finding me a wife and forced me to marry. I did that too. "But now we're both old. There isn't much time left. I'm begging you. Just have pity on me for loving you so hopelessly all my life..." Then I watched Marian finally let go of the past. She hugged him, and they poured out their deep love for each other. All my hopes turned to ashes. So, when I got a second chance at life, I stopped longing for his love. I signed the divorce papers and left without looking back. But Greg regretted it.