💔 “Your Wife Is Dead” — The Message That Changed Everything
It happened on the day of my best friend’s wedding — the same day as my wife’s 37th birthday. She’d begged me to stay home and celebrate with her, but I told her, “He’ll only get married once, but you’ll have a birthday every year.” She just smiled — that quiet, unreadable smile — and said, “Alright, do what you think is best.”
The ceremony was beautiful. Everyone was laughing, dancing, celebrating love. Then, in the middle of the reception, my phone buzzed. It was a message from an unknown number.
“Your wife is dead.”
For a moment, the world stopped. My chest tightened, and I couldn’t breathe. I stumbled out of the hall, my hands shaking so badly I could barely hold my phone. I called her — again and again — but it went straight to voicemail.
Panic consumed me. A thousand thoughts rushed through my head — guilt for leaving her alone, disbelief, and a growing, sickening fear of what I might find when I got home…
