MY HUSBAND SAT HIS M*STRESS IN MY BOARDROOM CHAIR AND HANDED ME DIV*RCE PAPERS AND A FORM SIGNING OVER MY 32%. I GAVE HIM TWO MINUTES. HE LAUGHED AND CALLED SECURITY. HE NEVER ASKED THE ONE QUESTION THAT WOULD HAVE SAVED HIM: WHOSE MONEY HAD HE BEEN SPENDING FOR SEVEN YEARS?
Everyone in that boardroom thought they were watching a powerful man get rid of a useless wife.
They were watching a man saw through the only branch holding up his entire empire.
And he was smiling the whole time.
Chapter 1: Get Out of My Chair
I’m Nora Lockridge, thirty-four, and for seven years I let the whole world believe my husband was a genius.
It was easier than the truth, and it kept my marriage warm, and I thought that was a fair trade.
On a Thursday morning my husband Grant ended that arrangement by seating his assistant Tara Voss in my chair at the head of the Lockridge Works boardroom, resting his hand on her shoulder, and calling me “sweetheart” for the first time in eighteen months.
