“You’re nothing without me, a penniless housewife!” — my husband declared during our divorce. But he had no idea that my little “hobby” was actually a company with a multi-million turnover
“The apartment obviously stays with me. The cars, too,” my husband Kirill’s voice cut like a knife, bouncing off the polished walls of the attorney’s office. He wasn’t speaking to me but to my representative—a young man in a perfectly tailored suit, who until that moment had only silently nodded along. “I’ll toss you a … Read more