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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.