When I suggested she move her celebration to another date, she refused. I sighed and said, “Come on, he’s only getting married once — you’ll have a birthday every year.” She just smiled quietly.That evening, while I was at the wedding reception, a message from an unknown number flashed on my phone. The words froze me in place: “Your wife is dead.” My heart stopped. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. I slipped out of the hall without saying a word, hands shaking as I called her again and again — but every call went straight to voicemail. My mind spiraled...
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