After losing my fiancé, Robert, in a sudden accident, my world crumbled. He was everything I’d ever dreamed of—kind, loving, and the heart of a warm, welcoming family I never thought I’d have. We were expecting twins and had planned a beautiful future together.

One day, while visiting his grave, my world shifted again. I found a phone by his headstone, and when it rang, I saw his name. I answered, and his voice—clear as day—called out to me. I collapsed, waking later in the hospital. Robert’s mother had heard him too, and together, we went to the police.

Weeks passed, and the police discovered the chilling truth: Robert’s ex, Ursula, had used advanced voice-mimicking technology to torment us, unable to let go of him. She’d been watching us, preying on our grief.

Though the truth was devastating, I wasn’t alone. I still had Robert’s family and our unborn children. Robert’s mother reminded me, “We’re still a family,” and I knew she was right. In that moment, I felt a glimmer of hope for the first time since Robert’s death. Together, we would heal, keeping his memory alive through our love and strength.