My Marriage Died with My Mother

My husband wanted his childhood sweetheart to taste the delicious lingonberry flavors, so he sent my mother to gather some of it. She braved the rain to climb the mountain and pick them, but encountered a landslide. When I arrived at the hospital, all I saw was my mother's lifeless body, clutching a branch of the berry tightly in her hand. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to reach my husband by phone. When I found that he was updating his social media with intimate photos of himself and that woman, I lose my mind. They would pay for this.