He Faked His Death for Ten Years,Then Begged Me to Sign for His Millions

After he ran into his battered first love, my husband walked away with her without a second thought.

Then he vanished off the face of the earth, never sent me so much as a word.

The only two things he left me with

were eight hundred thousand in loans and a death certificate, issued after he'd been missing four years and declared legally dead.

The bank took the house we'd bought for the marriage, and I ended up in a four-hundred-a-month basement room.

After work I held down three jobs.

I scrubbed toilets, I sold my blood, I signed up as a test subject for drug trials.