Diana Lubey in “Diana Lubey”

He suffered so much from her cruel unhappiness, but he wouldn't leave. He was just like that, an old-fashioned man. Divorce was unthinkable. Couldn't face his children, his grandchildren. He loved me, but I was the one left with nothing. Not a mention at his funeral, no closet full of his shirts to sleep in. So I stole his ashes and I valued them. My only crime was loving him too much.