“Get a job, you lazy freeloader!” my husband yelled, throwing a newspaper in my face just weeks after I gave birth. I stayed silent, but secretly pulled our bank statements. When I saw where our $90,000 savings went, I smiled, called my attorney, and prepared a surprise that would ruin him…

maneuver that threatened to drag me into criminal court and rip Ellison from my arms permanently.

Chapter 6: The Anatomy of a Smear

Realizing that intimidation behind closed doors had failed spectacularly, Fabian and Samara immediately pivoted to nuclear warfare. They struck back by filing a formal, criminal complaint with the Phoenix police, accusing continue reading …