‘There’s Only Three Thousand Dollars On This Card,’ My Husband Said When We Divorced—but Five Years Later, At Sixty-Five, Standing At The Bank Counter, I Realized I Had Never Known The Whole Truth.

In my mind, I was already counting small bills, planning how long they might last.

The teller typed.

Then she stopped.

She stared at the screen longer than felt normal.

Finally, she looked up at me, her eyes wide with confusion.

“Ma’am…” she said slowly.
“The balance is not three thousand dollars.”

My heart jumped.

“Then… how much is there?”

She printed a statement and gently pushed it toward me.

I looked down.

$987,400.

Nearly one million dollars.

The numbers blurred as my vision filled with tears.

I checked again.

They didn’t change.

“Who deposited this?” I whispered.

She turned the screen so I could see.

One name appeared again and again.

Monthly deposits.

Every single month.

For five years.

Howard.

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