My Husband Demanded My $5 Million Lakefront Deed to Save His Failing Company—Then His Mother Shoved Me Down the Stairs and He Served Me Divorce Papers in the Hospital
“I never said it was.”
“You’ve asked three times about borrowing against it.”
“That would be responsible financial management.”
“For whom?”
He checked the gold watch on his wrist.
A nervous habit that had become constant lately.
“You’re my wife.”
“Yes.”
“And I’m your husband.”
“Yes.”
“So why is every important financial decision in this marriage controlled by a dead man and Phoebe Cole?”
Phoebe had been my grandfather’s attorney.
Now she served as independent co-trustee of the estate.
That detail mattered.