The Woman My Husband Hid in His Mourning Cabin

Synopsis

On the night of our seventh anniversary, I lay bleeding in the emergency room while my husband left to protect his dead lover memorial bench from a storm. For seven years, he had turned our marriage into her shrine. It was the forty-first time he chose a ghost over his living wife. So I went to the forbidden coastal cabin to see what he was really mourning. Through the window, I found a woman wearing my emerald silk robe, laughing beside the fire while my husband touched her like I had never been touched. I didn't confront them. I pressed Record. By morning, my husband wanted to bring his "amnesiac stranger" into our home. I smiled-and opened the door.