You spent the morning cleaning the house with music playing in the background. By the afternoon, you were exhausted, so you turned off the music and sat down on the sofa to rest. You picked up the remote and started changing channels without paying much attention until a news report caught your eye. The reporter was covering a festival in a town a few hours away, showing the large crowd and various events taking place.

You were about to change the channel when you noticed a familiar face in the background. You frowned and leaned closer to the television. The man was standing beside a woman, his arm wrapped around her waist. Then he smiled and kissed her cheek while she placed a hand over her stomach.

Your heart stopped.

You dropped the remote onto the floor and stared at the screen. You knew that face. You knew that smile. You knew the way he held the woman because you had spent years knowing every little thing about him.

It was your husband. Alexander.

“No, it wasn’t you,” you whispered, shaking your head as tears filled your eyes. “It couldn’t have been.”

You had watched him die three years ago. You had attended his funeral, stood beside his grave, and watched his coffin being lowered into the ground. You had spent years grieving for him and slowly trying to rebuild your life without him.

Yet there he was on your television, alive and smiling.

The news camera moved closer, giving you a clearer view. Your breathing became unsteady when you saw the wedding ring on his finger. It was the same ring you had given him on your wedding day.

Then the reporter spoke.

“The annual festival has attracted thousands of visitors this year. Among the guests is local businessman Alexander Stan, who arrived earlier today with his wife and their expecting child.”

Your entire body went cold.

His wife. Their expecting child.

You stared at the television in disbelief, unable to look away. The woman beside him smiled as he gently placed a hand over her stomach.