Eight years of marriage. There wasn't a single day I wasn't happy. I never imagined that saying "Be careful" as I waved him off would be the last time... That day, my husband died in a car accident. I could feel the vibrant colors of our days fading to gray. At that moment, my father-in-law, whom my husband had said he'd disowned, appeared before me. I had also heard stories about my father-in-law leaving with another woman, and my heart skipped a beat. And that bad premonition came true.
