A Ritual Shattered

Every Sunday, I visited my husband Owen’s grave, seeking solace after his sudden death from a heart attack a year ago. Twenty-five years together, gone in an instant. The cemetery was my sanctuary—until something changed.

Vandalism and Heartache

I began finding eggs smashed against his gravestone. At first, I thought it was a cruel prank, but it kept happening, each time worse than before. The cemetery staff couldn’t help, and I felt someone was targeting Owen, even in death. “What do you want from him?” I cried into the empty cemetery.

A Betrayal Revealed

On the anniversary of Owen’s death, I went to the cemetery early and caught the vandal—my sister, Madison, holding an egg. “It was you!” I yelled. Her confession stunned me. “We had an affair for five years,” she said. “He promised me everything and left me with nothing.” I was speechless.

Doubt and Clarity

Shaken, I questioned everything about Owen. But when I spoke to Madison’s daughter, Carly, she revealed that Madison had always been bitter and jealous of my life with Owen. I wouldn’t let Madison’s anger taint my memories. “Goodbye, Madison,” I whispered. “You won’t take him from me.”