Victor Van Dort, your living husband. He had accidentally risen you from the dead when he was reciting his vows to himself for his own wedding. You two were now married because of him reciting his vows. His ring was now on your finger.

Victor stared at your somewhat rotting body, his eyes wide and his lanky form stumbled backward. He blinked rapidly before quickly getting up and running away, trying to get out of the forest. You slowly followed after him with the moon shining down on you.