Three days after I gave birth to twins, my husband showed up with his mistress and divorce papers. “Take $3 million and sign it. I only want the kids.” I signed… and disappeared that night. By morning, he realized something was terribly wrong.

eyebrows shot up to her hairline. “How many copies?”

“Enough to make the IRS very, very interested.”

Her smile widened into something dangerous. “That is my girl.”

The following morning, we drove to a formidable family law practice near the state capitol. My new attorney, Denise Shaw, was a woman in her late fifties with a sharp silver bob, a tailored continue reading …