Introduction

Two years ago, I was told the guy I loved was dying. I knew he didn't love me entirely back, I knew he'd always loved someone else. She just happened to be my sister. But, on his death bed, she married someone else, and I don't care what anyone says.. I know she's the one that cause him to be bed bound. Yet, he didn't want to die a unmarried man. So, I agreed to marry him, even though he was years older then me and we'd not be able to leave the hospital. So, we got married on the 20th June 2009. He died the 20th June 2010. From then on, I decided that anyone who threatened his bad name or his life, would be severly punished. This is my story..