VENGEFUL FORGIVENESS
A man was on his deathbed with his wife maintaining a steady vigil by his side. As she held his fragile hand, her warm tears ran silently down her face, splashed onto his face, and roused him from his slumber. He looked up and his pale lips began to move slightly. “My darling,” he whispered. “Hush, my love,” she said. “Go back to sleep. Shhh. Don’t talk.” But he was insistent. “Honey,” he said in his tired voice. “I have to talk. I have something I must confess to you.” “There’s nothing to confess,” replied the weeping Betsy. “It’s all right. Everything’s all right, go to sleep now.” “No, no. I must die in peace, Betsy. I have been so unfaithful to you. I have even had affairs with your best friend and your sister.” Betsy mustered a pained smile and stroked his hand. “Hush now Jake, don’t torment yourself. I know all about it,” she said. “Why do you think I…
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