I woke up in the company clinic and overheard my husband plotting against me—so I sent one text to my attorney that set everything in motion

grief for my mother and still exhausted from having to prove myself to investors twice my age. Back then Grant had seemed steady. Charming. Protective. He remembered small details. He brought coffee to late meetings. He knew when to speak on my behalf and when to make it look as though he was stepping back.

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