After He Faked His Death, I Chose to Live

Six years after Anthony Henson died in a car accident because of me, I was still unmarried at thirty.

My elders were anxious. My friends urged me to move on. Even in my dreams, he begged me to keep going.

So I agreed to a blind date. On Memorial Day, I went to say goodbye to him one last time.

But the moment I stepped out of the cemetery, a post popped up on my feed.

Sixth anniversary! My husband just bought me another luxury condo!

I stared at the photo, trembling from head to toe, my scalp prickling with ice.