They Thought I Had Nothing to Fight With. Then the Maid Wasn’t the Only One Who Walked In With an Envelope
Brand expansion.
Market development. The money itself had gone to sports cars, to jewelry, to first-class holidays, to a stretch of high-end real estate, and to an oceanfront villa in Cabo where my husband had, several times a year, told me he was locked in executive retreats.
My lead divorce attorney was a family-law litigator named Adeline Lawson, a compact, precise woman who never raised her voice and never needed to.
She laid a row of surveillance photographs across the conference table in front of me and let me look.