Three years ago, my husband drowned in a tragic boating accident. There was no body and no insurance payout. Just a mountain of debt in my name… and a widow’s grief. So imagine my shock when I found him grinning on TikTok — very much alive, and very much screwed.
I used to believe I’d spend the rest of my life haunted by a dead man.
But it turns out he wasn’t dead at all. Only our marriage was. And my shame. And the naive version of myself that thought love meant loyalty — even when it was slowly killing me.
Not in a tribute video, not in a nostalgic montage with slow music and candle emojis. No, I found him in a street interview, grinning into the camera like he hadn’t torched my life three years earlier and vanished without a trace.