The night my husband died, I chose to stand by

When Liam’s first love, Serena, died from cancer, he was so distraught he tried to end his own life, wanting to join her.

I was the one who carried his frail body through the small town late at night.

I knocked on every door, begging on my knees until my face was raw and bleeding, all to drag him back from the brink of death.

It left a jagged, ugly scar on my forehead.

After that, he finally seemed to let go of his resentment and promised we’d build a good life together.

But then, he dreamed of his deceased first love, Serena, who told him she was lonely in the afterlife.