On My Funeral Day, My Husband Married His First Love

He would become a widower before the divorce day even came.

In the third year of my marriage to Dylan, a young, beautiful, energetic girl showed up with a pregnant belly.

"I'm pregnant with Dylan's baby. Be smart and divorce him voluntarily," she said.

"Divorce?" I laughed.

My laugh was rather weird.

Perhaps before the divorce day came, he would become a widower.

Because I had cancer. I was dying.