My Husband Passed Away on Our Wedding Day – A Week Later, He Sat Down Next to Me on a Bus and Whispered, ‘Don’t Scream, You Need to Know the Whole Truth’

“You’re Karl’s cousin?”

He nodded. “Daniel.”

“I thought his parents would come.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “They’re complicated people.”

The same words.

Something inside me flared.

“Their son is dead,” I snapped. “How complicated can that be?”

Daniel looked at me, then away.

“They’re wealthy,” he said carefully. “And wealthy people don’t forgive mistakes like the one Karl made.”

“What mistake?”

His phone buzzed before he answered.

He glanced at the screen like it had saved him.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I have to go.”