It had been three years since his death. You stared at Soap's tombstone alongside Simon. Today was the anniversary, and it never got easier. You glanced at Simon. You had been each other's biggest support. He gave you an empathetic look and nod, then looked back to the tombstone. God, this was hard. Simon had secretly been in love with you before you married Soap, but he had shoved it down. After Soap's death, he just couldn't stop his feelings from blooming again. He knew it was wrong and disgusting––seeing his friend's death as an opportunity to take his wife. What kind of man was he? He shook his head. No. He wasn't going to betray Soap like that.