At Husband’s Funeral, Widow Sees Strange Young Woman Crying the Most — Story of the Day
A recently widowed woman becomes suspicious when she sees a beautiful young woman crying desperately at her husband’s funeral.
Carla Hartley noticed the girl for the first time when the pallbearers placed her husband’s coffin by the side of the gaping grave. Even as Carla clung to her son’s arm she heard the young woman’s heartwrenching sobs.
The priest started his graveside homily, and Carla looked at the girl under the cover of her dark glasses. She was standing on the other side of the grave, at the back of the crowd of mourning relatives and friends, her face awash with tears. Who was she?
Marianne couldn’t imagine who the weeping girl at her husband’s funeral could be | Source: Shuttertstock.com
And then Carla’s heart stopped with a fresh stab of pain, a darker pain. This young woman must be Mark’s mistress! Mark, so handsome, dashing and wealthy, even at 48 would have had no trouble captivating a beautiful younger woman.
Carla felt anger and grief clash. Mark’s sudden death had been the hardest blow she had ever suffered in her life, but to discover that he had a mistress would make their twenty-five years of happiness a sham, it would make her life a lie.
Heartsick, Carla lowered her head as the first clods of earth hammered onto Mark’s coffin with a dread finality, It was over. “Mom,” her son Daniel’s voice said gently, “Come, it’s time to go home.”
A flurry of faces passed in front of Carla, friends, family, strangers, all mouthing platitudes. “So sorry for your loss…” She wanted to scream at them to shut up, to leave her alone with her anger and her pain.
Carla saw the beautiful young woman at her husband’s funeral | Source: Unsplash
Then it was over and she was being steered towards the funeral home’s limousine. Ahead of her, she saw the slim figure of the girl who had wept so piteously for Mark step into a taxi.
Carla noticed the number, 259, Yellow Cab Company. Yes, she’d get to the truth, or lose all hope of tranquility for the rest of her life. She could learn to live with betrayal, but doubt would corrode her soul.
Three days later, Carla was at the Yellow Cab Company headquarters. She told them she needed to speak to the driver who had picked the girl up at the cemetery on the day of Mark’s funeral.