The Stranger at My Wife’s Grave: The Heartbreaking Secret That Changed Everything

Three months passed before I gathered the courage to approach him.

That day was bright and windless. He was in his usual place when I walked up, my chest tight with anger and confusion.

“Excuse me,” I said, my voice harsher than I meant. “I’m Sarah’s husband. Who are you?”

He didn’t startle. He didn’t even look defensive. He just rose slowly to his feet. Up close, he was bigger than I expected — tall, broad, the kind of man who looked like he’d lived a hard life. But his eyes were red, wet with tears.

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