The Ex-Wife's Perfect Lie
Six years ago, a corporate acquisition deal I handled went up in flames, and 50 billion dollars vanished into thin air.
Bankrupt investors spray red paint all over my front door for a year straight. Dad died from a stroke, and Mom lost her mind and disappeared.
I ended up doing six years in prison for embezzlement. After I got out, I changed my name and started delivering food in downtown, running myself ragged for a few bucks per delivery.
But then my ex-wife, Shirley Pearce, showed up, and the entire delivery station ground to a halt.
She had become a financial powerhouse, a regular on the covers of business magazines.
Reporters blocked my delivery scooter, shoving microphones in my f
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