My Husband Came to Divorce Court With Three Lawyers, a Prenup, and His Future Wife—Then the Judge Read One Document With My Name on It
There were no regional warehouses.
No executive offices.
No magazine profiles.
No polished fleet carrying the company logo across four states.
There was one rusted delivery van.
A folding table in our apartment.
A cheap printer that jammed every few pages.
And a pile of invoices we prayed customers would pay on time.