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

to talk. Can I come over?”

“That’s not possible. There’s a restraining order,” I said.

“Mom, please. Dad’s sleeping in his car. Amber moved back with her parents. Sophie’s getting dragged on social media. And the loan company is calling Dad at work—at your company.”

“That’s how debt collection works, Jake. You borrow money, you pay it back.”

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