The Ex-Wife Who Built An Empire
ently at my kitchen table, her shoulder
, barely glanced
of his episodes," h
e for childcare, was being se
ach; this was the beginning of
nannies: a baby monitor blasting static, a ga
t, forcing me to give up the job I
promoted Regional
. You' re meant to
n tossed me a few hundred dollars a week like
a cage, and he w
asn' t
was tightening, a
d of cash in my face and calle
ckly vanished: Ethan, arm-
nt mix of humiliation, rag
mera, pouring every ounce of my d
orning, it