After 12 years together, my husband left me for a younger woman, cruelly saying he had “climbed the ladder” while I had remained a nobody. Four months later, he became seriously ill, his new girlfriend abandoned him, and I chose to care for him because I was all he had left. After his death, his girlfriend appeared at the funeral with a shoebox containing a secret journal he had written during our separation, confessing that leaving me was the biggest mistake of his life and that I was the love of his life. She had discovered the journal, realized how little she meant to him, and ultimately decided to give it to me instead of destroying it. Then his lawyer revealed that he had left everything to me, insisting that I alone deserved it. Heartbroken over the four months we had lost, I was nevertheless grateful that I had cared for him until the end, because otherwise I might have spent the rest of my life regretting that I had turned away when he needed me most.READ MORE BELOW