es, no kids. For our freedom, our shared dreams, he even urged me
and oddly resembled Emily White, his high school flame, now a rising exec in my own compan
grin, he demanded I sign over my entire multi-billion dollar empire to Kevin and Kate. Emily White glided over, divorce pa
people I cherished most. The children I raised, his own blood with Emily, mocked me. As I lay bleeding on the asphalt, vic
faction mixed with burning rage. Why? How could they? T
ere Mark first uttered the word "hysterectomy." This wasn't a se