My Husband Played Dead for His First Love,Until He Lost Me Forever

I was digging through a dumpster for leftover food when my husband, dead for three years, showed up.

He stepped out of a Rolls-Royce and looked down at me like I was nothing.

"Sweetheart, you passed my test. Just like I knew you would."

I stood there holding a piece of moldy bread.

Staring at him blankly.

It turned out that three years ago, at a college reunion, his ex-girlfriend, the campus beauty queen, had made a proposal:

"I want to see if what you two have is real love.

"Fake your death. Cancel all her cards. Take back the house.