My husband, oblivious to the fact that I earned $2.7 million a year, shouted at me, “You sick bitch! I’ve filed for divorce—be out of my house by tomorrow!”
There’s something unusual about earning $2.7 million a year: it doesn’t have to look like wealth at all. I never dressed in designer brands or showed off extravagant trips online. I drove an old Lexus and allowed my husband, Trent, to think I was simply doing “well enough” as a consultant. He preferred it that … Read more