At Her Husband’s Funeral, Woman Bends to Kiss Him for the Last Time and Sees Him Blinking

After Stella’s husband passes away, he unexpectedly awakens during the funeral. Except for Stella, who is shocked when her husband looks at her, everyone else in the room is thrilled and intrigued about how he’s still alive. He is aware of her actions.
Stella sat in the first row and used a handkerchief to dab at her eyes. She had sobbed before, pleading to go to the hereafter with her late husband, George.

“It’s too much for me! “He was everything to me,” she cried out.
Her sobbing reverberated throughout the packed funeral home. People gathered around her, attempting to console her. Her anguish was made all the more poignant by her basic black outfit, which seemed almost too modest for the wife of a billionaire.

She had clearly been crying for hours since her voice was hoarse and her eyes were rimmed in red.

Due to their significant age differences, several guests who had originally opposed Stella and George’s union hurried to console her. When she was 19 years old and married 64-year-old George, a rich business magnate, they had called her a gold-digger.
However, even doubters had to concede that the couple’s six years of sincere affection and love were real.

George’s family, who had previously questioned Stella’s intentions, came together in support of her upon witnessing her intense sorrow. “It was his time, Stella,” attempted to comfort her Jane, George’s younger sister.
Stella’s anguish, meanwhile, was unrelenting. Her face streaked with tears, “He promised me more years,” she bemoaned.

The hall was full with soft talks.

One whispered, “They were truly in love.”

Another said, “Age didn’t matter to them.”
Stella’s grief persisted in the middle of these murmurs, her face appearing almost ghostly.

Guests paid their respects one by one. Many stopped to console Stella. When Stella’s turn came, she faltered and would have fallen if someone hadn’t been there to steady her.

She said in a whisper, “Thank you,” without looking at her assistant. She said, “Let me go,” wanting to face this moment by herself. Jane reluctantly let her go.
Stella walked shakily down to George’s coffin. Reaching to touch his face one final time, she cried out, “George,” holding a crushed flower in her hand.

But suddenly she gave a piercing gasp, and she winced in fear.
George’s elder sisters, Jane and Sarah, hurried to her aid. “What happened?” Jane asked in a panic, causing Stella to tremble violently.

Stella’s voice was hardly audible as she continued to stare at the coffin. “He blinked.”

Dismissively, Jane remarked, “That’s not conceivable! “He’s dead,” others said, glancing sceptically towards the coffin among them, Sarah among them. However, when they noticed George blinking as well, their doubts gave way to shock.
Shouts and whispers filled the auditorium, and then excitement took the place of confusion.

Someone said, “It’s a miracle!” Cries of joy replaced the bewilderment, and others repeated that observation.
Jane and Sarah approached with great anticipation, their tear-stained faces cracking into smiles as George started to emerge from the open casket.

“You’re alive!” Jane gasped in exasperation.

Sarah asked, blinking quickly, “Are you really alive?”

“Yes, I am alive,” he nodded.
“Darling, I’m so glad you’re alive!” exclaimed Stella, who had fallen back during the tumult, as she rushed into her husband’s arms.

However, just as she extended her hand to touch him, George abruptly swatted it away. The funeral home’s hollow hall echoed with a thunderous roar. He turned his back on everyone and stared icily at his wife.

He nearly snarled, “You can stop acting now; I know what you did.”

Frowning at their brother, Jane and Sarah stepped in to help. Henry and Michael, their other siblings, jumped in to protect Stella from George’s wrath.

George, his icy gaze fixed firmly on his wife, urged his brothers to assist him in emerging from the coffin. But as he released an unexpected burst of air, his face cleared, taking on a distant expression as he thought back to what had started a year before.
Though George was in great form in his late sixties, his health suddenly declined. And he felt better and younger than ever with Stella at his side.
Just a few months after they first met, she decided to marry him since she was committed to doing charitable work. George was the middle kid and had never been married because he had spent decades focusing on his career, so his siblings were more concerned than he was.

George was confident that they would reconsider, though. Even though he didn’t require a prenup, he genuinely loved her. They had a happy marriage for five years. But his abrupt decline in health caused a rift in their relationship.

After a minor scare when George fainted, Stella went with him to the doctor. Stella’s grimace after a thorough examination expressed her worries. “Doctor, how’s my spouse doing? Is everything alright?” she enquired.
“Madam, I promise you this. The doctor, Dr. James, reassured her, “I’m sure your husband might be able to live at least thirty more years with the best care.” “This episode seems like a fluke.”
They walked out of his office towards the automobile. The thought of having a long life made George chuckle uncontrollably, yet he turned to face his wife. Her nose was twisted, and her smile had dimmed a little. He pondered why.

“Thirty years is too short; what should I do for the rest of my life?” Stella opened the car door and sat inside, whispering and shaking her head.

As George took the driver’s side, he felt his shoulders relax in relief. She really is in love with me. “You’re OK, sweetie. Holding her hand, he said, “I’ll protect you no matter what. In his will, he had chosen to leave her half of his estate.
Stella showed increasing interest in George’s well-being and activities in the weeks that followed. It pleased him to see her showing interest. Stella was thrilled by George’s youthful athletic prowess as they even began playing tennis together.
George noticed that she appeared less anxious at his subsequent check-up. Their bond seemed more solid than before.

As George’s confidence in her increased, he also started to include Stella more in his business dealings by bringing her to his offices and talking to her about his work. However, he had not disclosed to her his intention to give her half of everything.

George passed out once more one day while they were riding the lift in the office building. Stella’s cry for assistance was the last sound he heard. Later, at the hospital, he awoke confused and anxious. He asked himself when he woke up, “How long have I been here?”
“Darling, you were gone for three hours. What is your emotional state?” With her hands trying to firmly wrap the hospital blanket around his torso, Stella asked quietly.
George was persuaded by Dr. James that his fainting was nothing. “You’re alright. Right now, I believe it is stress. Gazing over the chart, he stated, “You need rest.”

Stella started preparing healthy meals for George when he was released from the hospital and became more aware of his health. They switched to seeing Dr. James for biweekly checkups, and everything was going smoothly.

But his relief did not last long. His heart raced and he went into another dizzy episode at work. George, recuperating with the aid of his helper, pondered life while gazing out of his office window at the city.

He asked Harry, his friend’s son, for assistance. Harry was another physician, considerably younger than Dr. James, but he was already well-known. It seemed wise to get a second opinion.
George decided to keep it a secret from his wife and scheduled an appointment for the next day. For now, she’s too worried about me. However, Stella saw his pale face at home right away. He gave her peace of mind by grinning broadly and behaving normally the rest of the evening.

The following day, he drove directly to Harry’s private clinic for a comprehensive examination rather than reporting to work. Following a battery of tests, the young physician returned with a contemplative expression.

“The bad news is that I found nothing wrong, and it’s bad because there’s something wrong, but I just can’t see it,” Harry said. “The blood tests will need to be delayed. But for now, please, just relax.”
From that point on, George’s symptoms got worse. Stella took him to their family doctor the following day, who prescribed vitamins and discovered nothing wrong.
However, he was certain that there was a problem with his physique.

George finally went to see Harry to receive the results of his blood test. The son of his acquaintance sat with a heavy sigh, massaging his eyes under his glasses. As he started speaking, George’s agitation simply increased.

You’re telling me that I’ve been ingesting minute amounts of a highly hazardous metal, which is why it’s in my blood? That isn’t feasible.” George cried out, his spine tingling with perspiration.

Harry hinted at poisoning of some sort, and George instantly picked up on his meaning. “I promise you, Stella is not that kind of person,” he said with a hard shake of his head.
Still, the friend’s kid wasn’t buying it and gave George a medication for when he fainted again. He said, “This might be useful next time.” “But if you let things continue the way they are, I can assure you that you’ll be completely paralysed in a month, and you’ll be dead in six.”

Worried more than ever, George went back home to Stella. She handed him a cup of water for his prescription, which he accepted with a scowl, but he shook his head to chase away his pessimistic thoughts.

A sharp pain in his chest woke him up that night. George took the tablet Harry had given him, but he was in excruciating pain and could not move or talk. But the pain eased, and he fell to the ground, immobilised. No. God, no.

Stella shifted in her bed, and George was certain she would make an instant call to 911. However, she was calling someone else.
“Dr. James, I believe I made a mistake. I may have over-stirred his water. “The elderly man is near death,” she remarked, raising her voice. “No, I mean, he’s definitely dead now.”

Before he passed out, those were the final words George heard. He was surprised to see Harry when he woke up in the hospital. Before he could forget, he told his friend’s son what had happened.

George rejected the young doctor’s offer to phone the police. George hatched his scheme, saying, “She thinks I’m dead, so I might as well attend my funeral.”

Today

The whole room was in shock after hearing George’s tale. Jane and Sarah recoiled from Stella, who had come together in support of her following George’s smack. They started shouting then, but were restrained by their brothers.
George, meantime, confronted his spouse. “Why? His voice low and intimidating, “What possible reason could you have for trying to kill me?”

Stella gave a shrug. “Is it fair for me to spend my entire youth with you, a man over three times my age?”

Given how much everyone in that room adored George, his remarks did nothing except add to the already blazing pandemonium. Shouts of indignation were raised.

“Golddigger!”

“Murderer!”

George was first made aware of the betrayal when his family was in disarray, with some members wanting to harm Stella and others trying to restrain them. At last, the horrifying moment was broken by Harry’s voice.

“Dr. James is in the custody of the police. They now have proof that Stella bought him off to poison George, because he sang like a canary. He spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear, “They’re coming now.
Stella’s eyes grew wide, but there was nothing she could do. As soon as the police arrived, they surrounded the funeral home’s property. They quickly placed her in handcuffs and removed her.

George then excused himself, saying he was too exhausted to deal with his bizarre relatives. Harry went home with him.

“See the silver lining. You at least got to go to your funeral, unlike the rest of us,” the young physician remarked.