My Husband Threw Me Out in My Wedding Dress and Told Me I’d Come Crawling Back Without His Money — He Never Learned the Answer to the Only Question That Mattered Until He Walked Into My Lobby Begging the CEO of the Fund That Held His Company

You cannot.

The clause only bites a person who lies on it, and an honest man in Jonathan’s position would have set down the pen, asked for a private word, and said, there is a matter I need to disclose before I sign this. It would have complicated his deal.

It would not have destroyed him.

What destroyed him was not my clause; it was his own reflexive, total confidence that the truth of what he’d done to me simply did not count — that a split lip and a thrown-out wife were beneath the notice of anything as important as his funding, not even worth the pause of a disclosure.

He signed my reputation is spotless eighteen hours after splitting his wife’s lip, and he meant it, because in his mind what he’d done to me was not a stain on his reputation at all.