My world shattered when my fiancé, Robert, died suddenly. But then, I heard his voice calling me from beyond the grave. What I thought was a miracle soon turned into a terrifying nightmare, leading me to a truth I never imagined.
Growing up in foster homes, I longed for a loving family. Then I met Robert, who had a warm and welcoming family. His parents treated me like their own, filling a void in my life. We shared laughter, tears, and dreams of building a life together.
Robert proposed to me in a park, and I eagerly said yes. We were thrilled to learn we were expecting twins. But fate had other plans.
One fateful Thursday, I received the devastating news that Robert had been in an accident. The days that followed were a blur. His parents arranged the funeral, and I felt lost and alone.
Weeks passed, and I found solace in visiting Robert’s grave. One afternoon, I heard a faint ringing near his headstone. A phone lay in the grass, displaying Robert’s name as the caller. My heart racing, I answered, and his voice spoke on the other end.
I fainted and woke up in the hospital, where Robert’s mother revealed she had also received a call. We reported this to the police, who initially thought someone was manipulating us. But as the investigation unfolded, a darker truth emerged.
The calls were traced to Ursula, Robert’s ex-girlfriend, who had become obsessed with him after their breakup. Using advanced voice-altering software, she mimicked Robert’s voice to torment me.
The revelation was crushing. I felt betrayed, angry, and heartbroken. But I found strength in Robert’s family and our unborn babies. We vowed to stick together and keep his memory alive.
As I looked at Robert’s mother, I knew we would face the future with courage and love. The pain would linger, but our bond would carry us through. And in that moment, I found hope.
The experience taught me that even in the darkest moments, love and family can overcome any obstacle. Robert may be gone, but his legacy lives on through our children and the memories we shared. And though Ursula’s twisted game left scars, it couldn’t break the love that Robert and I shared.
