When my husband died after 27 years together, I thought grief was the worst pain I’d ever face. But then his lawyer told me our marriage never legally existed, and I had no claim to anything we’d built. I was about to lose everything, until I discovered the shocking truth about why he’d kept this secret.
I’m 53 years old, and I thought I’d already endured life’s worst heartbreaks. But nothing prepared me for the day Michael died.
It was a car accident on a rainy Tuesday afternoon. One phone call from a police officer I didn’t know, and my entire world imploded.