I BURIED MY WIFE 20 YEARS AGO — YESTERDAY, SHE LITERALLY SAVED ME FROM A STROKE.

I BURIED MY WIFE 20 YEARS AGO — YESTERDAY, SHE LITERALLY SAVED ME FROM A STROKE.

My wife’s crashed car was found at the edge of a forest, but there was no trace of Taylor. That broke me. Time passed, and despite all efforts by the police and volunteers, no one could find her.

The only theory was that wild animals might have taken her, as the car hadn’t been discovered until a day after the accident.
Her mom insisted on organizing a funeral to find closure, and we reluctantly did it.

But a few days ago, I went out for coffee when I suddenly felt something was wrong. I could barely move my right side and collapsed, spilling my coffee. As I lay there, someone grabbed my shoulders and began asking me to pronounce a word and lift my hand.

Then, as the sharpness in my eyes cleared, I saw her face — and the birthmark on the left side of her forehead. But…HOW?!
It was her. Absolutely no doubt. Finally, she spoke up.

Her voice was shaky but unmistakable. “Stay with me, Jack. You’re having a stroke. Don’t try to move—help is coming!

I couldn’t speak. My mind was racing, my body barely responding, but I knew what I saw. My wife, Taylor, the woman I had buried twenty years ago, was here, holding me, keeping me awake, saving my life.

Paramedics arrived within minutes. They asked her questions, but she simply said, “I’m his wife.” No hesitation. No fear. Like she had never been gone.

At the hospital, as I slowly regained my speech, the first words out of my mouth were, “Taylor… how?

She hesitated, then took my hand. “I never meant to disappear, Jack. I didn’t remember… anything.

My heart pounded—not from the stroke, but from the sheer impossibility of it all. “Where have you been?

Her eyes filled with tears. “I… I woke up in that forest, alone. I didn’t know who I was. I wandered for days until someone found me and took me in. They called me Emma. For years, I lived with a family who thought I was just a lost woman with no past. I built a life I didn’t remember choosing… until a week ago.

I swallowed hard, my throat tight. “What happened a week ago?

I saw a photo of you in a newspaper. Your name. Your face. It triggered something. Everything came rushing back.” She sniffled. “I had to find you, Jack. And when I did…” she gestured toward my hospital bed, “I found you at the exact moment you needed me.

Tears burned my eyes. After two decades of grief, mystery, and unanswered questions, fate—or something greater—had brought my wife back to me.

I had lost Taylor once. I wasn’t going to lose her again.

Come home,” I whispered. “Please.“*

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