Mr and Mrs Heartbroken

The first heart attack was quite mild: he put it down to indigestion at first, but the pain persisted. Some pills and lectures on lifestyle changes followed the stay in hospital. Yes, he'd try to stop smoking, he said, and to cut out the fatty foods. But the craving for cigarettes was too strong and he secretly smoked, while assuring me that he'd quit! The next heart attack was much worse; he really did try after that - a fat-free diet was no fun and nicotine patches were no help... but he stuck to it for a while (I think it was a week, maybe two). Then I smelt the smoke on his clothes, saw him wolfing down bacon sandwiches, slyly like a naughty schoolboy. By then I pretended I didn't know - my nagging was killing him, he said. The third heart attack finished him. I'm heartbroken that his heart was broken...