Goodbye to His White Moonlight，Starting Over at Forty-Four

When both of my legs were fractured in a car crash, the ER doctor asked for my next of kin to sign the emergency consent forms.

I just shook my head, took the pen with trembling fingers, and signed my own name. "I'm a widow."

My husband, Logan, had spent our entire marriage mourning his deceased first love, Chloe.

Even after sixteen years as my husband, he couldn't let her go.

Every single year, he spent three whole months living near her grave. He even took it upon himself to raise her orphaned son, Leo.