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

Part 9: The Envelope in Our Apartment

We decided to return to Budapest, but not together.

Márk insisted that we should avoid being seen entering the same building.

Before we separated, he gave me a small key.

“There’s an envelope hidden in our apartment. Behind the loose wooden panel in the bedroom wardrobe.”

I stared at him.

“You expect me to go home and search for evidence while pretending my dead husband isn’t sitting on a bus?”

“I know how unbelievable this sounds.”

“Everything about today is unbelievable.”

He held my hand.

“Anna, that envelope contains the reason I disappeared.”

I wanted to ask more, but he stepped away.

I returned to Budapest alone.

At home, everything looked exactly as I had left it.

The two toothbrushes were still beside each other.

His jacket was still hanging over the chair.

I opened the wardrobe and found the loose panel.

Behind it was a brown envelope.

Inside were printed emails, bank transfers, and a photograph.

The photograph showed Gábor entering a building with another man.

On the back, Márk had written:

“If anything happens to me, start here.”