At my husband’s funeral I got a message: “I am still alive, trust no one!”

At my husband’s funeral, while everyone whispered condolences and the coffin was lowered into the ground, my phone buzzed with a message that shattered everything I believed. The text read: “I am still alive, trust no one.” Shock replaced grief, and every familiar face suddenly felt dangerous. Memories of strange conversations, missing documents, and his secretive late nights rushed back. I realized the accident might not have been an accident at all. Standing among flowers, tears, and lies, I understood that the funeral wasn’t closure — it was the beginning of a mystery that could cost me everything, including my life.