He Took Our Kids To Tuscany To Marry His Assistant—Then Came Home To Find His Life Gone

old bat,” Amber spat.

I smiled my biggest smile of the day. Amber had just threatened me on camera while I was recording.

“Old bat,” I repeated. “Tell me, Amber, how old do you think I am?”

“Old enough to be completely desperate and pathetic,” Amber sneered. “No wonder Frank left you.”

“Fifty-two,” I interrupted. “I’m 52 years old. Frank is 55. That makes continue reading …