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

“You said it was paid for.”

“Six hundred forty-seven dollars a month,” I added helpfully, “plus insurance.”

Amber did the math, and her expression changed. “Frank, you told me you were wealthy. You said money wasn’t a problem.”

“Once the divorce is final, I’ll get half of everything,” Frank insisted.

“Half of what?” I interrupted. “There’s just debt. continue reading …