After my wife Elizabeth’s fatal car accident, a fortune-teller at her funeral told me, “Her death was no accident.” At first, I dismissed it. But then I found unexpected car rental receipts among Elizabeth’s belongings.

I called her best friend Sarah, who said Elizabeth had rented a car for a surprise trip. When I checked with the rental company, I learned Elizabeth’s sister, Karen, had returned the car—without any damage reported, despite the crash.

Something didn’t add up. I went to the police and shared what I’d found. Their investigation uncovered that Elizabeth’s brakes had been tampered with. Even worse, Karen had taken out a life insurance policy on Elizabeth, forging her signature to name herself the sole beneficiary.

Karen confessed she sabotaged the car to make Elizabeth’s death look like an accident—all for the insurance money.The betrayal crushed me, but Karen was sentenced to life in prison. Visiting Elizabeth’s grave weeks later, a butterfly landed on her headstone, and I felt she was finally at peace.

That fortune-teller’s warning—and a $20 palm reading—led me to the truth. It was painful, but justice was served, and Elizabeth’s death was no longer a mystery.