At Our Manhattan Dining Table, My Husband Slid Divorce Papers Toward Me And Said, “We’ve Grown Apart.” I Folded The Folder, Smiled Once, And Told Him Timing Matters – Because A Week Earlier, I Had Already Moved The $500 Million Fortune He Thought He Could Take – News

when the sun came down Mercer Street at just the right angle. My books had been optioned, translated, adapted, argued over, and bought by people I would never meet. The royalties came in layers. The investments came later. By the time I understood the true size of what I had built, my name was attached to nearly five hundred million dollars in assets,continue reading …