My husband slapped divorce papers on the table and told me I had 48 hours to pack my things and get out because his new girlfriend owned the house now. I smiled, said nothing, and agreed like it didn’t matter. But the moment she walked through that front door, she realized that house came with a nightmare she never saw coming.

technically held title to the house. He told me it was a temporary financing structure. What he didn’t know was that I had insisted back then on reviewing every personal guarantee tied to any property where I lived. I never trusted his optimism. Smart women married to ambitious men learn to read the footnotes.

That review had saved me.

The house wasn’t continue reading …