He Took The House And The Company In The Divorce—But He Didn’t Read Page 47

grip on reality, the tighter he grips his ego. Vincent began coming home later, the scent of a floral perfume that wasn’t mine clinging to his Tom Ford suits. He spent his evenings at “investor galas,” wearing the Rolex Submariner he’d bought to celebrate a commercial deal that, I now knew, had never actually closed.

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