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
“Sloan, can we talk?”
“Through lawyers.”
“Not everything needs lawyers.”
“At the moment, most things do.”
“Please.”
I agreed to one meeting.
Phoebe advised:
Public place.
