I returned from my trip and my key wouldn’t fit in the lock. I called Andrew, my husband, trembling with rage: “What’s going on?” He answered mercilessly: “The house is gone for you. I filed for divorce. It’s all for your own good.” I smiled, hung up without another word, and texted my lawyer: “They took the bait. File absolutely everything now.” He thought he had destroyed me, but he didn’t know my final move was just beginning.
I returned to Denver on a Tuesday afternoon after four exhausting days in Austin attending a regional sales conference, carrying my small suitcase and my heels in my hand with…








