My Husband Died Right After We Got Married, but When I Stepped Into a Taxi, He Turned Around and Looked Straight at Me. I thought I was living my dream when I married Calix, but it turned into a nightmare before the reception. Three days after our wedding, I buried my husband, only to come face-to-face with him behind the wheel of a taxi. This isn’t something I can share with people around me, so I’m turning to the anonymity of the internet. You can call me Soren. I’m 28, and just a few months ago, I was a glowing bride. But my soulmate, Calix, died after we said our vows. They say life flashes before your eyes when you’re about to die, but our whole relationship flashed before mine as I watched him collapse. Calix and I met at a small café where I worked part-time. He was one of those quiet, kind customers who always tipped well and read a book while sipping coffee. I’d had a crush on him from the moment I saw him. With his sharp cheekbones, warm hazel eyes, and calm confidence, he was striking. I was just an ordinary girl from a modest family, so when he asked me out, I was stunned. Our first date was a stroll along a local pier, and it felt like we were meant to be. A year later, we stood at the altar, surrounded by our closest friends. It was the happiest day of my life. Calix couldn’t stop smiling as I teared up reading my vows. We were ready to start our next chapter. …….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW