She Played Dead for Her First Love—And Lost Everything

I was digging through a dumpster for leftovers when my wife, dead for three years, showed up.

She stepped out of a Rolls-Royce and looked down at me like I was part of the trash.

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

I stood there holding a moldy bread roll.

Staring at her. Blank.

It turned out that three years ago, at a college reunion, her ex-boyfriend, the campus heartthrob, had made a proposal:

"I want to see if the two of you are really in love.

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