The Unforgettable Mark in My Husband's Heart

I'm dead, by suicide, I suppose.

What I never expected, though, was that my husband, who had always treated me with cold indifference and never shown me a kind face when I was alive, would, after my death, frantically take revenge on everyone who had ever been unkind to me.

He even went so far as to try to kill himself for me. But what good did all this do now? The harm he had done to me could never be undone.

Love that comes too late is cheaper than grass.