They say marriage is built on trust. After 43 years with Tom, I thought I knew everything about him — until I found a bank receipt in his jacket for an $80,000 transfer to something called the Children’s Hope Foundation. We’d never had more than a few thousand dollars to our name. Where did that money come from? Suspicious and shaken, I followed him to the bank. That’s when I overheard something that stopped me cold:
the manager told Tom there was still $1.2 million in his account. My humble, hard-working husband — a school janitor for decades — had a secret fortune? When I confronted him, the truth unraveled. Years ago, a boy named Jamie, one of his former students, left him everything after dying of cancer. Jamie had grown up to become a successful tech developer, and his only request was that the money be used to help children in need of medical care. Tom kept,
