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

I married Damian, thinking it was a dream, but it became a nightmare when he collapsed and “died” of a heart attack three days after our wedding. Devastated, I buried him, only to find him driving a taxi days later. I’m Paige, 28, and this is my story.

Damian and I met at a café where I worked. His charm and quiet confidence won me over, despite my ordinary background. A year later, we wed, but during post-ceremony photos, he collapsed. Paramedics couldn’t save him, and I was shattered.

At the funeral, his wealthy, controlling adoptive parents glared at me, believing I was after his money. Days later, overwhelmed by grief and their threatening calls, I fled in a taxi—driven by Damian. He revealed he faked his death to escape his family’s shady empire, which he’d helped build but later abandoned for a legit business. To protect me, he staged everything with a fixer.

I was furious but eventually understood his motives. After settling his assets and fending off his parents, I realized I still loved him. I joined him abroad, where we remarried and now live happily, far from his family’s reach, by a beach.