They soon discovered that the account was safe, the money was safe. Eric spoke softly to her, suggesting she opened a brand new account and closed the joint one, one in her maiden name, after all, it was true, she was not Mrs.Philips.
An hour later, they sat in a café, a mug of tea and a buttered tea cake before them.
“I can’t believe this, my life, our life, was all a lie, how could your brother do this to us?”
“I don’t know. I am sorry; we, I believed they had gotten a divorce. I am angry with him; he should never have done that, if he was alive…I…”
“If he was, I might never have known. I would still be in the dark, not knowing that he was never my husband.”
“In my eyes, and my parents, you were, are his wife. They love you and will be devastated to find this out.”
“Don’t tell them, not yet. Please?” Amy pleaded.
“They will know soon enough.”
“We will sort things out, I promise you that. I promised my brother years ago, when you two got married, that if anything happened to him, I would take care of you.”