He Read His Mistress’s Love Letter at My Dinner Table. Then I Asked Him to Read the Bank Transfers.

began speaking about Ashford Crown as if he had built every hotel with his own hands.

He gave interviews in marble lobbies I had financed.

He accepted awards for initiatives I had designed.

At galas, he thanked me for being “the elegant heart of the Ashford home.”

It sounded gracious.

It also kept me safely outside the boardroom in the public imagination.continue reading …