I Paid for a Poor Mans Groceries – and Noticed He Was a Carbon Copy of My Late Husband!

We sat in silence, grief folding in on itself. Finally, he stood and said we could return to our lives. That I owed him nothing.

But I couldn’t.

My marriage was not what I thought it was. That hurt more than words can capture. But in that house, surrounded by evidence that life continued despite betrayal, I realized something else.

I didn’t want to be alone anymore.

I invited them to dinner. Sunday dinner—something I had continued cooking out of habit, for no one.

They came.

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