My Husband Died on Our Wedding Day… But Seven Days After His Funeral, I Heard His Voice on a Bus
Part 13: The Message From My Husband
That night, I received a message from an unfamiliar number.
“Anna, it’s me. Don’t trust anyone. Meet me tomorrow at the old railway station.”
I knew immediately it was Márk.
I arrived early and waited near the entrance.
When he finally appeared, he looked different. He had shaved his beard and changed his clothes.
I ran toward him.
“Why didn’t you tell me about Gábor?”
He looked at the ground.
“Because I wasn’t sure how much he knew.”
“Your business partner was at our wedding. He visited me after your funeral. He brought flowers and comforted me while knowing you might still be alive.”
Márk closed his eyes.
“I know.”
“How could you let him do that?”
He had no answer.
Then he handed me a small memory card.
“Everything is here. The financial records, the messages, and the original correspondence.”
I looked at it.
“Is this enough to prove what happened?”
He nodded.
“But there’s one more thing. The person who ordered the payment to the security company wasn’t Gábor.”
