As my husband's ashes were placed in the cemetery, my son uncovered the other half of the headstone, where a name had been covered up.
It was unmistakably the name of my husband's first love.
I confronted my son, but he said, "Mom, you're just a country woman. You used your sense of duty to tie Dad, a senior engineer, to you for his whole life. You should be grateful! They're both gone now. You should let these doomed lovers fulfill their wish!"
My granddaughter said regretfully, "Grandpa and Grandma Zhang weren't married in life, but they'll share a grave in death. This is the last thing we can do for their unwavering love."
I was so furious that I died right there in front of the headstone.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my husband gave my university acceptance letter to his first love.
