She Thought She Knew Everything About Her Husband—Until She Found the Wallet on His Grave
The cemetery’s dim, overcast sky cast long, eerie shadows over the stone-marked graves. Amelia walked slowly, one hand resting gently on her growing belly, the other clutching a small bouquet of Maxim’s favorite white flowers. It wasn’t the pregnancy that made each step feel heavier—it was the unrelenting ache in her chest. Six months had…