I thought my world was ending.
Turns out, it was someone else’s grief I’d stumbled into.
The Moment Everything Shattered
It started with a notification on my husband’s laptop—a dating site profile.
Photos. Messages. Dozens of them.
And one line that stopped my breath:
“My wife is dead. I’m looking for love.”
I felt like a ghost in my own marriage. Nine years of love, trust, and shared coffee mornings—erased in a sentence.
I didn’t confront him.
I froze.
Then I began quietly planning my escape—changing passwords, calling a lawyer, rehearsing a life without him.
For days, I gave him silence. Cold, measured, punishing.
Let him wonder. Let him feel the confusion I was drowning in.
The Truth Walks Through the Door
Then, he came home smiling—and introduced me to Greg.
Not a lover. Not a secret.
A widower.
My husband had been helping Greg—a friend from work—navigate online dating after his wife’s death two years prior. Greg didn’t know how to write a profile, upload photos, or even send a message. So my husband did it for him.
That “dead wife”?
It was Greg’s.
Those messages?
My husband coaching his friend through heartbreak, saying things like:
“You’re ready. She’d want you to be happy.”
