tirade, their voices echoi

mpany from the ground up!" one of them crowed, gestur

u' re just lucky he chose you. You' re a freeloader!"

se you begged him. A woman who can'

' s, where I was a senior executive. The car Mark drove, the house they were standing

husband. To his family, he was a titan of industry, a self-made man who had a freeloader wife he was too kind to get rid of. He w

d to escalate. She strode over to me, her face a mask of c

spat, "I' ve written down the Davis family rules.

a list of the most insane, ar

y morning to prepare break

ncluding his underwear and s

eak at the dinner ta

ou will continue to have children until you have p

will be turned over to your

s a dry, humorless sound. Turn over my assets? They could

is funny?" B

th scorn. I crumpled the ridiculous list into a tight b

l face to the next. "You come into my house, make these insane dem

Mark' s sake. For the sake of the three ye

owly and clearly. "You should ask him who owns the company he cl

eyes wi

antasies for the sake of his pride. I' ve turned a blind eye to his posturi