My Husband Died on Our Wedding Day – If Only I Knew He Fooled Us All
I Buried My Husband 3 Days After Our Wedding—Then I Found Him Driving My Taxi. Hi, I’m Paige, 28. Not long ago, I was living what felt like a dream. I had just married Damian, the love of my life. He was kind, intelligent, and full of quiet strength. But that dream turned into a nightmare within hours. Before we even made it to the reception, Damian collapsed. At first, I thought he was joking… but he never got up.
Doctors said it was a heart attack. He was just 32. I was shattered. We had our entire life ahead of us. Three days later, I buried him. Still deep in grief, I couldn’t stay in the apartment anymore. I called a taxi, intending to run far away from the pain. But when I sat in the backseat, I heard a familiar voice say, “Fasten your seatbelt.” I looked up—and it was Damian, very much alive, driving the cab.
I froze. My world spun. He pulled the car over and told me the truth. His family—rich, powerful, and involved in shady…
