Where Mountains and Seas Never CrossChapter 1
In her sixties, my wife, Wanda Larson, secretly made a will stating that she wanted to be buried with her first love, Luigi Collins, after her death.
When I found out about this, I was so furious my hands shook uncontrollably.
"You’re my wife, the wife of Ethan Mitchell! You can only be buried in the Mitchell Family cemetery."
"What would people think if you shared a tomb with another man?"
At that moment, Wanda said nothing. She did not argue, did not defend herself. She just remained silent.
I tried scolding her, creating a scene and reasoning with her. Yet, she stayed unmoved.
On the third day of her hunger strike, I found myself sitting helplessly while watching her silently weep while clutching a photo of that man.
In the end, I finally let her go. I let myself go.
"Wanda, let's get a divorce."
Her once lifeless eyes lit up. She looked at me calmly and nodded. "Okay."
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When our son, Lucas, heard about the divorce, he tried desperately to stop us. "Dad, Mom, you’re not young anymore. What’s the point of divorcing at this age? Don’t you think people will laugh at us?"