My husband mocked me in court for having no lawyer—unaware my legal team and federal investigators were already waiting, and the evidence in my hands was about to destroy everything

connected to unfinished developments outside Colorado Springs. One company belonged on paper to a former chauffeur. Another was registered to Lenora’s housekeeper, who had no knowledge of its existence.

The third listed me as managing partner.

He was preparing to frame me as a participant in financial crimes while simultaneously portraying me as mentally continue reading …