up: my eight-year-old son, Ethan, pleading, "Mommy, save
t I remained unnerved. Our $50
"business expenses,
r." He confessed: the money went to his mistress, Tiff
s, hanging up despite Mark's horror. Then Tiffany brazenly arrived, demanding more money for Le
I maintained con
alm, my defiance. Why wasn't I in hysterics
ne: "Time for Act Two. B
ose between Ethan an
perfectly unharme
ping? A st
s to expose Mark's profound betray
t had only