On the day of my sister’s funeral, I received a strange note: “Don’t go to the cemetery. Go to the old cottage — and you will learn the truth.” When I arrived at the address, I saw something inside that made my blood run cold, and I immediately called the police 😲😯

In just one week, I lost the two closest people in my life. First, my husband died. A few days later, on the day of his funeral, my sister died. She was driving to the cemetery to support me, but she got into an accident and never made it.

I didn’t even have time to take off my mourning dress. I moved from the morgue to the cemetery, from the cemetery home, from home to the investigator. Everything blurred into one gray streak. I barely slept and lived on autopilot. The phone kept ringing, people talked, hugged me, brought food, but I heard nothing and felt nothing.

On the day of my sister’s funeral, when I was already standing by the door about to leave, I suddenly noticed an unsigned envelope lying on the floor. Inside was a short note:

“Don’t go to the funeral. Go to your old dacha, and you will learn the truth.”

At first, I thought it was some cruel prank. But the handwriting seemed familiar. Very familiar.

I don’t know why I went. Maybe because it couldn’t possibly get any worse.

The cottage was silent and cold. The light was on inside the house. My heart was pounding so hard that I could barely hear my own footsteps. The door wasn’t locked.

I stepped inside and… 😱😨 Continued in the first comment 👇👇

I stepped in and heard voices. My husband’s and my sister’s. They were alive.

There was money, documents, and tickets on the table. My husband had taken out a large life insurance policy a month before his “death.” The funeral had been staged. The ambulance, the police — everything had been arranged. And my sister had “died” on the way to the cemetery so she could disappear right after.

They were planning to leave together. They were lovers. My husband and my sister.

I stood in the doorway looking at the people I had cried over for seven days straight. They froze when they saw me. There was no remorse in their eyes. Only fear that I had ruined everything.

At that moment, I realized that in one week I had truly lost two people. Only it wasn’t death that had taken them from me. They had erased themselves from my life.

Then I quietly took out my phone and dialed the police.

Let their funeral take place after all. But this time for real — for their past life, which ended the moment they decided to betray me together.