Sad, depressing tale of a widow who marries her late husband’s best friend. The specter of her late husband hovers malevolently over the new couple, dooming their marriage. No, it is not a ghost story but it might as well be because the memory of her first husband, her first love, and the father of her child, is put by her upon a pedestal, so that her second husband, who is merely a marriage of convenience for her, pales in comparison. Frustrated, husband no. 2 resorts to some...ahem...rather forceful ways of trying to exorcise his ghost. If this situation wasn’t thorny enough, the wife harbors suspicions about the highly inappropriate "close friendship" between her second husband and his secretary.
Eventually, the heroine realizes that her first husband was not a saint: Not only was he unfaithful to her, but he also kept her and his best friend in a sick love triangle. He knew that his best friend was besotted with his wife and suspected that his wife was attracted to him back. Far from being bothered by it and keeping them apart, he had such faith that neither of them would ever act dishonorably, that he instead always pushed them together, and then stood back to enjoy their pain and his power over them. He sounds like a very sick individual, and it’s a good thing that the heroine finally stopped seeing him through rose-colored glasses.