Thirty Years Married, Thirty Years Cheated
On the day of my husband, Ruben Castille's funeral, a grief-stricken woman shows up at the venue.
After putting down the white lilies, she doesn't walk away. Instead, she chooses to approach me.
"Honestly speaking, I've been envious of you for 30 years."
I frown at her in confusion. Her lips just quirk into a small smile as her gaze falls onto Ruben's portrait. Soon, her eyes redden out of emotion.
"Over the past 30 years, he's given me everything, be it love, time, and money. On top of that, he's very generous, too."
The woman pauses for a moment. She then tilts her head to look at me, her voice now tinged with resentment.
"But his only condition is that I'm not allowed to cause any