I thought I was living my dream when I married Damian, but it all turned into a nightmare before the reception. I ended up burying my husband three days after our wedding, only to come face-to-face with him behind the wheel of a taxi.
This isn’t something I can tell the people around me, so I have to use the anonymity of the internet for it. You can call me Paige. I’m 28, and just a few months ago, I was the picture-perfect bride.
A beautiful bride | Source: Midjourney
But my soulmate, whom you may call Damian, died after we said I do. They say life flashes before your eyes when you’re going to die, but our entire relationship flashed before mine as I saw him drop to the ground.
Damian and I met at a small café where I used to work part-time. He was one of those quiet, polite customers who always tipped well and read a book while drinking coffee.
A man with a book in a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney
I’d had a crush on him since I first saw him. But when he asked me out, I was shocked. He was gorgeous with his sharp cheekbones, warm hazel eyes, and quiet confidence.
I was just an average girl from a lower middle-class family, so I couldn’t believe he was interested in me. But he was, and from our first date walking on a local pier, it felt like we were meant to be.
A couple on a pier | Source: Midjourney
Just a year later, we were standing at the altar in front of our closest friends. It was the happiest day of my life. Damian couldn’t stop smiling at me as I cried while reading my vows. We were about to start the next amazing chapter of our lives together.
But that dream ended abruptly. Before the reception, while taking some pictures with friends, Damian suddenly collapsed. At first, I thought he was joking. But when he didn’t get up, I froze.
People surrounded him, and someone called 911. The paramedics worked on him right there on the dance floor, but nothing they did worked.
A man on the floor | Source: Midjourney
They rushed him to the hospital, and I followed them in a daze. A doctor came out hours later, his face grim, and told me Damian didn’t make it. They said it was a heart attack. He was only 32 years old. How does a healthy man just die like that?
I could barely hold myself together the following days. It was all a blur until the funeral when his family showed up. I’d only met them once before, and that one meeting was enough.
Damian had warned me about them but hadn’t told me everything. His adoptive parents were snobbish and controlling. But one of Damian’s friends, Adam, confessed to me that they were also filthy rich.
Two people talking closely | Source: Midjourney
“Damian didn’t tell you about his family’s wealth because he didn’t want it to affect how you saw him,” he said in a low voice.
I honestly never knew despite him telling me he had a successful business. Yet, it made sense. That also had to be why they didn’t approve of our relationship. I wasn’t from the “right” kind of family and Damian hadn’t invited them to our wedding.
But now they were here and spent the entire service throwing daggers at me with their eyes. I overheard his mother whisper to someone, “She was probably after his money and caused his death. Get our lawyer on the phone.”
An angry older couple | Source: Midjourney
I wanted to yell that I didn’t even know Damian had a lot of money, let alone want it. But what good would it do? They’d already made up their minds about me, and I just didn’t have the energy to fight anyone.
***
Three days after the funeral, I couldn’t take the grief and the emptiness anymore. My apartment felt suffocating as every corner held a memory of Damian.
The sadness was overwhelming and was giving me strange thoughts. On top of that, his family had started to call me. I never answered, but their voice messages were terrifying.
A home phone | Source: Midjourney
I needed to get away, so I threw some clothes into a small suitcase, grabbed my passport, and called a taxi. My plan wasn’t fully formed. I just knew I had to leave the city or country. Maybe I’d go to Mexico or Aruba. Anywhere that wasn’t here.
When the taxi pulled up, I climbed into the backseat and stared out the window. I barely noticed the driver as I settled into the leather and tried to breathe deeply.
“Fasten your seatbelt, please,” the driver suddenly said.
A man driving a taxi | Source: Midjourney
I froze. My chest tightened, and my heart started pounding. That voice was Damian’s. I whipped my head around and focused on the rearview mirror. Those eyes. Those unmistakable hazel eyes.
“Damian?” I croaked. “But…? How? How are you here? What?”
My words made no sense, but suddenly, he swerved the car away from the road toward the highway and parked on a quiet street. For a moment, he didn’t say anything.
A taxi near a highway | Source: Midjourney
I could see his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly like he was bracing himself for something. Then he turned around and looked right at me.
“I’m sorry, Paige,” he said softly without any preamble. “I know this is a lot to take in. I’ll explain everything. Please don’t hate me.”
I sat with wide eyes and an open mouth for the entirety of Damian’s explanation. It was too much to believe.
A woman in the backseat looking shocked | Source: Midjourney
First, he told me about his family. They adopted him as a teenager and used his brilliance to expand their shady business empire, which was failing spectacularly before him. Eventually, he became the brains behind some of their most successful (and probably illegal) ventures.
For a while, he was just glad that he had proud parents and could contribute to the family who had given him a home when no one else would. But he grew tired of the illegal things.
A teen using the computer while an older woman overlooks | Source: Midjourney
Damian knew it was only a matter of time before they were caught, and he didn’t want to be left with nothing. So, he started a legit business and grew it into such a success that he decided not to work with his family anymore.
That’s when they turned on him. They wanted to control this venture, but Damian managed to put their threats off until he met me. Well, their shady business was also failing without him.
So, they threatened to ruin me and our lives if Damian didn’t give them a piece of the cake.
An old man yelling on the phone | Source: Midjourney
“I couldn’t let them touch you,” Damian said, rubbing his face. “They would’ve destroyed you to get to me. So I did the only thing I could think of. I made them believe I was dead.”
He went on to explain how he staged everything. There’s apparently a medication that can slow your heart rate so much that it mimics death. With the help of a professional fixer who knew the right people to pay off, he faked the collapse, the hospital pronouncement, and even the funeral.
Money exchanging hands | Source: Midjourney
When I asked how he escaped his grave, Damian laughed and said he wasn’t in the coffin at all. He had to be there for the viewing service, but the fixer got his people to take him out at some point without anyone noticing.
I didn’t know what to say when he finished. Was I in a George Clooney heist movie?
“I know I hurt you,” he said as his eyes watered. “But I did it for us. I couldn’t let them win.”
My mouth opened, but nothing came out, so we stayed in that cab on that quiet road for hours without speaking, except for a few whispered, “I’m sorry.”
A man in a taxi looking sad | Source: Midjourney
Finally, when night fell, I asked him to take me home.
It was there that the dam unleashed. I spent hours yelling while he tried to justify his actions. “YOU LET ME THINK YOU WERE DEAD!” I cried out.
“I’m so sorry, baby!”
“DON’T CALL ME BABY!”
A woman yelling | Source: Midjourney
By the morning, I was all cried out, and my voice was hoarse, but I finally asked, “What now?” It wasn’t like we could go back to how things were. He was supposed to be dead. His family could easily see him here.
Damian then explained his idea for the future. By faking his death, he ensured that all his legitimately earned assets were transferred to me. His family couldn’t touch them now. All I needed to do now was to sell and split it with him.
A computer showing scanned bank statements | Source: Midjourney
But soon enough, he was moving abroad for good. I was shaking my head, still in disbelief, when he asked me something outrageous.
“I know that I hurt you terribly, but is there any way you’d want to come with me?” he asked.
I scoffed and remained quiet for a long time, but eventually, I answered.
“I can’t just pick up where we left off, even in another country,” I told him. “I’ll do whatever you need with the assets and the money, but you broke my heart. I don’t think I can trust you enough to start over. I need space.”
A woman sitting on a sofa | Source: Midjourney
He nodded seriously. “I understand. Take all the space and time you need. I have to leave later today. But I’m not giving up on us, Paige. I’ll wait for as long as it takes.”
Before Damian left, he left me his contact information and promised to check in when he could.
For the next few weeks, I was furious. I didn’t respond to his texts. But I did start arranging to sell his business and consolidate assets. That brought some trouble with his parents, who wanted to claim what Damian had left me after his “death.”
I had to see them several times in the presence of lawyers, and they were scary people.
Angry older couple in a lawyer’s office | Source: Midjourney
But there was nothing they could do legally to take anything from me, and my attorneys weren’t afraid of them. So, his parents were forced to back off, and I was free to sell what I needed.
When all was said and done, I started to see what Damian had done as the right choice. He was protecting himself and me from them. It was reckless and stupid but also selfless.
Weeks later, I realized something: I still loved him. Despite what he put me through, my heart hadn’t let go. I picked up my phone and dialed his number.
A woman in bed using a phone | Source: Midjourney
“Paige?” he answered, pleasantly surprised.
“Where are you?” I asked. “I’ll go there, but never do that to me again.”
And that was it. Now, I’m in another country where they speak an entirely different language, but the beach is 30 minutes away.
I had to give up everything, and it was worth it. Damian and I had another wedding and actually got to enjoy it this time. His parents won’t ever find us, and we’re living our best life.
A woman on the beach with a man behind her | Source: Midjourney
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
Four Years after My Husband Went Missing, a Dog Brought Me the Jacket He Was Wearing on the Day He Disappeared
Four years after Maggie’s husband vanished during a solo hike, she had come to terms with his loss. But when their old family dog reappeared, carrying her husband’s jacket in its mouth, Maggie followed it into the forest, uncovering a truth she never could have imagined.
I still remember the day Jason left four years ago. He had been depressed for a couple of months then, and it was the first time in a long while I’d seen him so excited, restless.
A man packing for a hike | Source: Freepik
He said he needed some time in nature, alone. “Just me and Scout,” he said, scratching the dog’s ears as our kids laughed.
“Are you sure you don’t want company?” I asked, holding our then-toddler son, Benny, while my four-year-old, Emily, clung to my leg.
Jason just smiled and shook his head. “Nah, I’ll be back before you know it. Promise.”
A man talking to his wife | Source: Pexels
But he never came back.
At first, I thought he’d gotten lost. Maybe hurt. The search teams kept trying to find him. Our friends, our neighbors, all showed up to help, calling his name, searching the mountains. It felt surreal, like a bad dream I couldn’t wake up from.
But days turned to weeks, and the search teams started looking at me with pity, as if they’d already made up their minds.
A search party | Source: Pexels
Eventually, they said, “We’ve done all we can.”
People started saying things like, “You’re strong, Maggie,” and “You’ll be okay.” But every word felt hollow. Jason wasn’t just missing; he was gone. After months, they declared him legally dead. I hated those words, but what could I do? Life had to go on.
A sad woman in her bedroom | Source: Midjourney
Over the years, little things kept Jason alive in our home: his old hiking boots by the door, his coffee mug with a chip on the rim, the wool scarf he loved. The kids sometimes asked about him, and I would tell them stories, trying to keep his memory alive.
Sometimes, late at night, when the house was silent, I let myself remember. I wondered if I could’ve done something different that day, maybe convinced him to stay.
A sleepless woman in her bedroom | Source: Midjourney
Then, one afternoon, everything changed.
It was a quiet Saturday, sunny with a light breeze. I was lying on a blanket in the backyard, watching the kids play, feeling a rare sense of peace.
Out of nowhere, something rustled near the bushes. I squinted, thinking it was a squirrel or maybe one of the neighbors’ cats. But then I saw a dog, thin and scruffy, walking slowly toward me.
A dog in the bushes | Source: Pexels
At first, I didn’t recognize him. But when I looked closer, my heart skipped. “Scout?” I whispered, hardly believing it. He was older, thinner, his coat dirty and matted, but it was him.
“Scout!” I called louder, sitting up, barely breathing. The dog stopped, looking at me with tired eyes. In his mouth, he held a green jacket, frayed and faded.
A black dog in the bushes | Source: Midjourney
I knew it instantly. I’d washed it a hundred times, seen him wear it on so many hikes. I couldn’t believe it. I felt my whole body tense, frozen between shock and hope.
“Scout, where did you come from?” I whispered, inching toward him. But as soon as I reached out, Scout turned and started trotting away, disappearing into the trees.
“No—Scout, wait!” I called, but he didn’t stop. Something inside me said to follow, even if I didn’t know where he was leading me.
A woman chasing after the dog | Source: Midjourney
“Kids, stay here! Don’t move!” I grabbed my phone and car keys, my hands shaking. “Mommy’ll be back soon, I promise.”
Emily looked up, concerned. “Where are you going, Mom?”
“I… I just have to check something, honey,” I managed to say, my voice barely steady. She nodded, her wide eyes watching me as I took off after the dog.
A shocked girl | Source: Midjourney
Scout kept a steady pace, leading me through the edge of our neighborhood and into the forest. I struggled to keep up, ducking under branches, slipping on damp leaves. My heart pounded as I ran, a mix of hope, fear, and disbelief fueling me.
“Scout, slow down!” I called, but he stayed just ahead, leading me deeper and deeper into the forest.
Scout paused briefly, looking back to make sure I was still there. His eyes seemed to say, Keep going.
A black dog | Source: Midjourney
I couldn’t tell you how long I’d been walking. My legs ached, every step heavier than the last, and the forest seemed endless, twisting around me as if it wanted me lost. Scout kept looking back, urging me on, like he was as desperate as I was.
And then, just as the light started to fade, I saw it.
A shocked woman in the woods | Source: Midjourney
The cabin sat low and quiet, blending right into the thick of the woods. It was so tucked away you’d miss it if you didn’t know where to look. Smoke drifted faintly from an outdoor fire pit, and a makeshift clothesline was strung between two trees. There were footprints in the mud outside. There was someone here.
“Jason?” I whispered, my voice almost too small to carry. My heart was pounding, my mouth dry. This couldn’t be real.
A small shack in the woods | Source: Freepik
With my breath catching, I walked up to the window. And there, inside, moving around like he’d never left, was Jason.
He looked… different. His hair was long and messy, a rough beard covering half his face. He looked wild, like he’d lived outside for months. And he wasn’t alone.
A man by a fire pit | Source: Midjourney
A woman was there with him, standing close, her hand brushing against his arm. Her hair was tangled, and her clothes looked patched and worn. She stood like she belonged there, like this was her home. Like he was her home.
My hand flew to my mouth as I stifled a gasp. My mind raced, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. No. No, this isn’t real. But every second I stood there, staring into that dirty window, the truth sank deeper.
A woman in front of a shack in the woods | Source: Midjourney
I pushed the door open, feeling a strength I didn’t know I had. It creaked loudly, and they both turned toward me, their eyes widening in surprise. Jason’s mouth fell open, his eyes darting over me like I was a ghost.
“Maggie…” he breathed, his voice calm, too calm, like he’d been expecting me.
“Jason.” My voice wavered, but I held his gaze. I glanced at the woman, then back at him. “What is this?” My heart felt like it was breaking all over again. “Where have you been?”
A shocked man in the woods | Source: Midjourney
He glanced at the woman beside him, who just stood there, looking at me like I was the one out of place. “I was…trapped, Maggie. That life wasn’t me. Out here, I’m free. I can breathe. I’ve found something real, something I couldn’t have…back there.” He gestured vaguely to the woods, as if that was his new life.
I stared at him, barely able to comprehend it. “You left us,” I said, feeling my voice crack. “You left your kids, Jason. They think you’re dead. I thought you were dead.”
An angry woman | Source: Freepik
He looked down, rubbing the back of his neck. “I…I know it’s hard to hear. But I’ve become one with nature now. Sarah and I…we’ve built a life. A simple, meaningful life.” His words sounded empty, robotic, like he’d convinced himself of this story so many times he believed it.
I took a step back, feeling the anger boil over. “So that’s it? You just walk away from everything? From your family? You didn’t even try to let us know you were okay?”
A man arguing with his wife | Source: Midjourney
He closed his eyes, sighing deeply, like I was the one causing him pain. “Maggie, you wouldn’t understand. That life felt like a prison. Now, I’m living it to the fullest.”
“A prison?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. “Is that what we were to you?”
“Maybe if you weren’t so obsessed with your cursed technology, you could come worship nature like we did,” Sarah hissed, looking at me like I was a lunatic.
A woman with a blank face | Source: Pexels
Jason opened his mouth to speak, but I raised my hand, cutting him off. I didn’t want to hear it. Didn’t want to listen to his empty excuses or hear how “free” he felt now. I wanted to scream, to cry, to tell him exactly how much he’d shattered our lives.
But looking at his empty, detached expression, I knew it wouldn’t matter. He’d made his choice long ago.
A man with a beard in a shack | Source: Midjourney
Without another word, I turned and walked out of that cabin. I didn’t look back. I didn’t need to. The Jason I loved was gone. Maybe he’d been gone long before that day he disappeared, and I was just the last one to realize it.
The walk back felt longer, heavier. Every step was one more reminder that I was leaving a piece of my life behind, a piece I’d never get back. I barely noticed the trees, the growing shadows, the ache in my legs. My mind was numb, my heart hollow.
A sad woman walking in the woods | Source: Midjourney
Back home, I wasted no time. I walked straight into a lawyer’s office the next morning, barely able to say the words, but knowing I had to.
“I want a divorce,” I said, my voice stronger than I felt. “And I want support. If he has any assets, my kids deserve them.”
The lawyer nodded, looking at me with sympathy. “We’ll make sure you and your children are taken care of, Maggie.”
A lawyer in his office | Source: Pexels
As I left, a strange calm washed over me. I’d spent years waiting, grieving, and wondering if Jason would come back. But I finally understood that he wasn’t coming back, and even if he did, he wasn’t the man I’d once loved.
Now it was my turn to choose. I needed to make a life for my children rooted in love, stability, and honesty. Jason had taken one path, but I was taking mine. And I was never looking back.
A smiling woman | Source: Pexels
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
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