ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs ᴊᴀᴅᴇ
I have a husband, his name is Welthon, and today is his last service of the wake, he died before our 25th Anniversary.
I smiled bitterly, for the whole week, I didn't cry. I had showed my family, friends, and his officemates that I'm okay. I need to be strong, for the sake of my family.
I looked around, I've never seen his best friend Remualdo. I wonder if he already knew about it or he didn't know? I texted him but he didn't give any response.
After a year, I visited the grave of my husband. I bought some fruits and his favorite coffee.
When I turned right, I saw someone standing in front of my husband's grave.
It's his best friend for the past 39 years, I heard him talking to my husband so I remained silent that time.
"I'm sorry If I didn't go to your wake last year, I have to kill her! She killed you, they killed my brother, my father, my best friend." he said while crying.
There were tear drops from my eyes, I cannot help but to cry, every night, tears fall from my eyes. It hurts... so much!
"But how can I kill her if he's your wife?"
Yes, I killed my husband.
Why?
Because I saw him kissing his best friend, Remualdo.
