Before She Died, Grandma Asked Me to Clean the Photo on Her Headstone a Year After Her Passing — I Finally Did So and Was Stunned by What I Found

My heart pounded as the screwdriver slipped from my hand. Behind my grandmother’s framed photo was another picture—old, yellowed, and shocking.

It was my fiancé.
With a woman who looked exactly like my grandmother when she was young.

I staggered back, trying to breathe. Why would she hide this? How did they even know each other? Suddenly, all their secretive conversations and her guarded looks made sense—she’d been trying to warn me.

Hands shaking, I grabbed my phone.

He answered cheerfully, “Hey, sweetheart.”

My voice came out like ice.
“We need to talk.”