My Husband Died on Our Wedding Day – If Only I Knew He Fooled Us All

On my wedding day, my husband, Damian, collapsed and died. Three days later, I buried him—only to see him driving my taxi. “Fasten your seatbelt,” he said, his hazel eyes staring back at me. My heart stopped. Damian? How? He faked his death to escape his ruthless family, who wanted control of his fortune. I was furious, heartbroken—but I still loved him.

When he asked me to run away with him, I said no. But weeks later, I called. “Where are you?” I asked. Now, we’re in a new country, married again—this time, for real.