The Ex-Wife Who Built An Empire

ently at my kitchen table, her shoulder

, barely glanced

of his episodes," h

e for childcare, was being se

ach; this was the beginning of

nannies: a baby monitor blasting static, a ga

t, forcing me to give up the job I

promoted Regional

. You' re meant to

n tossed me a few hundred dollars a week like

a cage, and he w

asn' t

was tightening, a

d of cash in my face and calle

ckly vanished: Ethan, arm-

nt mix of humiliation, rag

mera, pouring every ounce of my d

orning, it