The Secret Melissa Took to Her Grave Robert sat quietly on the leather couch in his luxurious beach house, a divorce decree in his hands and a whirlwind of confusion in his mind. All around him were photographs, souvenirs, and memories of Melissa—his wife for thirty years—who had died just a few weeks earlier. Losing her had already broken his heart. But this? A divorce decree with both their names? It made no sense. “We were still married when she died,” he whispered to himself, staring at the paper. “Weren’t

Jenelle’s Story: Coming Home, Taking Back What’s Hers The house still smelled like him. Cedar wood. Coffee. And that strong cologne he always wore way too much of before going out for dinner. I kept breathing it in, afraid it might fade away like everything else about him already had. One day he was laughing, saying, “I’ll live to be ninety, you’ll see!” The next, I got a call from the highway patrol. Single-car crash. He didn’t survive. I flew home the next day and never left. My apartment in

He Left Me Sick and Alone with Our Baby—So I Taught Him a Lesson He’ll Never Forget I always thought getting sick would be just that—being sick. You know, a few tissues, some soup, maybe a nap. What I didn’t expect was for it to pull the curtain back on who my husband really was. My name’s Claire. I’m 30, married to Drew, who’s 33, and we have a beautiful six-month-old baby girl named Sadie. She’s got chubby cheeks, a giggle like wind chimes, and a smile that lights up