His betrayal overwhelmed me, and anger surged through me as I recoiled from the old woman’s outstretched arms. “Leave!” I exclaimed, my voice sharp with pain. “My husband would never betray me. You’re lying!”
Yet, even as I spoke, doubts began to sprout in my mind. Secrets and betrayals lurked behind the facade of our seemingly perfect marriage. Unable to bear the weight of my grief, I sought refuge in my car, desperate to escape the oppressive atmosphere of the cemetery. However, before I could drive away, I heard a faint cry, barely audible above the rustling wind.
Turning back, my heart raced as I saw the abandoned baby near my husband’s grave. In that moment, everything became clear. The old woman’s words held a painful truth, shattering the denial that had shielded my heart.