For three years, I cared for my disabled twin sons while my husband Mark claimed he was working toward becoming CEO of his father’s company.
Then I discovered his affair with his 22-year-old secretary.
When I confronted him, Mark insulted me for being exhausted and smelling like antiseptic.
His father, Arthur, soon learned the truth.
The next morning, Mark entered the boardroom expecting the promotion of his dreams.
Arthur gave him the CEO position.
Then he revealed the hotel bills and luxury trips Mark had secretly charged to the company.
“You’re fired.”
But Arthur wasn’t finished.
He transferred Mark’s company shares into a medical trust for my sons, ensuring their lifelong care.
Then Mark screamed:
“I was going to put the boys in a state facility so Emily would stop dragging me down!”
I stood in the doorway.
“I’m divorcing you.”
Arthur looked at his son.
“I’m taking my grandsons’ side.”