My Husband Died on Our Wedding Day… But Seven Days After His Funeral, I Heard His Voice on a Bus

Part 4: The Man Who Was Supposed to Be Dead

For several seconds, neither of us spoke.

The bus continued along the road, but I barely noticed the movement.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to call the police. I wanted to grab his face and make sure I wasn’t imagining everything.

Instead, I whispered the only question I could think of.

“How?”

Márk looked down at his hands.

“I can’t explain everything here.”

“Then where? At the cemetery? At the police station?”

He flinched when I mentioned the police.

That reaction told me something important.

Whatever had happened, it wasn’t a simple misunderstanding.

He leaned closer.

“Listen carefully. The people who arranged everything believe I’m dead. If they discover that I’m alive, both of us could be in danger.”

I pulled away.

“Who arranged what?”

He looked toward the front of the bus.

Then he said something that made my stomach turn.

“The accident wasn’t an accident, Anna.”

I stared at him.

“Are you telling me someone tried to kill you?”

He nodded slowly.

“And they needed everyone to believe they succeeded.”