Someone Kept Throwing Eggs at My Husband’s Gravestone – One Day, I Saw Who It Was, and It Nearly Destroyed My Life
After my husband Owen died, visiting his grave every Sunday became my way of holding onto him—until I started finding raw eggs smashed against his headstone. I thought it was vandalism, until one early morning I caught the culprit: my sister, Madison.
She claimed she’d had a five-year affair with Owen and was angry he left her nothing. Her words shattered me, and for a moment, doubt crept in. But when I told her daughter, Carly, she was shocked and insisted none of it sounded true—Madison had always been jealous of my life and my marriage.
I realized Madison might’ve said it just to hurt me. I chose not to let her bitterness rewrite my memories. The next Sunday, I brought fresh flowers to Owen’s grave, feeling peace for the first time in months.
