Part 2: My millionaire husband left me nothing in his will after 48 years of marriage except a note with an address — when I arrived there, what I saw made me fall to my knees.

I wanted to hear his voice.

I wanted him to hold me.

I wanted to be angry with him while he was still alive.

But Thomas was gone.

And all I had left were questions.

When I finally reached the house, Raymond's car was parked in my driveway.

My stomach tightened.

Thomas's cousin had been visiting constantly since the funeral.

At first, I believed he was concerned about me.

Then came the suggestions.

Perhaps I should sell the house.

Perhaps I should move into a smaller apartment.

Perhaps Raymond should help manage whatever little money Thomas had left.

After the public will was read, Raymond had barely hidden his satisfaction.

Thomas had left several modest charitable donations and personal belongings, but no substantial inheritance for me appeared in that document.

Raymond had made sure everyone knew it.

"Poor Margaret," I had heard him whisper to his wife. "She never understood the business side of things."