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

I didn’t need to. I could hear the sound of his empire collapsing behind me, and for the first time in my life, I wasn’t the one who had to pick up the pieces.

I walked to my Honda Accord in the back of the parking lot, past Vincent’s Porsche with its VIP sticker. I sat in the driver’s seat, closed the door, and rested my hands on the steering wheel.continue reading …