My husband di:ed on our wedding day — a week later he sat next to me on a bus and said, ""Don't scream. You need to know the whole truth."" I loved Karl with all my heart, and we had been together for four years before we decided to get married. But our wedding turned into a nightmare. After the ceremony, he fainted in the hall and never woke up again. When the ambulance arrived, a paramedic said it was most likely a heart attack. The ground disappeared from under my feet. I stood there crying in my wedding dress as they took him away. Then the funeral took place. I organized everything. My family came, our mutual friends came, and one cousin from Karl's family came. Even his parents never showed up. The thing is, whenever I asked Karl about his parents or his family, he always brushed it off. He said they had once had a huge argument and hadn't spoken since. He said he didn't want to touch that subject, so I stopped asking questions. I was sh0cked that they didn't come to the funeral. I approached Karl's cousin and asked about it. He muttered that Karl's parents were wealthy people and that they would never forgive a mistake like the one Karl had made. When I tried to ask what mistake he meant, he turned around and quickly disappeared. That night I couldn't stay in our house. I felt miserable, so the next morning I bought a bus ticket — just to get out of town. I packed a small backpack, and by evening I got on the bus. At the next stop, a man in a cap got on the bus and sat next to me. I smelled a painfully familiar cologne. He slightly turned his face toward me. My heart almost stopped. IT WAS KARL. Before I could say anything, he leaned closer and whispered: ""Don't scream. YOU NEED TO KNOW THE WHOLE TRUTH. Act normal."" My voice was trembling. ""WHAT TRUTH? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"" **(Full story continues in the first comment.** - Page 2