Love, Lies, and a Death Certificate

On the day of our wedding, my fiancé was killed in a tragic car accident on his way to pick me up.

Just like that, I became a widow.

And the child growing inside me became fatherless before even entering this world.

The trauma shattered me.

I spiraled into a deep psychological breakdown, consumed by despair, plagued with thoughts of ending my life.

However, everyone pleaded with me to hold on- for the sake of the baby.

On the day of the funeral, my husband’s older brother, Ryan, and his wife returned from Africa to pay their respects.

When I looked at him-his face almost identical to my husband’s-I found myself slipping into confusion, again and again.

But then, outside my mother-in-law’s bedroom, I overheard a conversation that shook me to my core.

“You really faked your death and ran off just to be with that foreign woman? Aileen is carrying your child! You staged this whole act just to bring that vixen home?”