After my tragic death, my wife went crazy and chopped off the hand of her first love, belated love is so cheap, whoever wants it to take it away
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The day I was diagnosed with kidney failure, my wife, Lydia, was celebrating the release of her first love, Asher Williams, from prison.
And on the day I passed away, Lydia and Asher jetted off to a tropical island together.
She often hurled insults at me, saying, "You filthy pig farmer, go die somewhere far away."
Yet when I actually died, she lost her mind and cut off Asher's hand, screaming, "Give me back my husband's healthy body!"
How ironic.
She had never once called me her husband before.
Love that arrives too late is truly pitiful.
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