At our son’s christening, my husband forced my mother on stage to serve his boss, yelling, “Serve him, you useless woman!” When she stumbled, he threw a tray at her and announced our divorce. They laughed, thinking they won. But they didn’t know I had just canceled his company’s entire funding…

Beneath the cascading Baccarat crystal chandeliers of the Plaza Hotel’s most exclusive banquet hall, the light fractured into a million blinding, icy shards. The atmosphere was a suffocating cocktail of butter-poached Maine lobster, heavy layers of expensive cologne, and the relentless, buzzing hum of Manhattan’s elite pretending to tolerate one another.continue reading …