the divorce, Daniel demanded almost everything he thought mattered.
The beach house.
The cars.
The artwork.
The Chicago apartment.
He assumed I had lost because I never fought him for any of it.
My attorney, Miriam, asked me more than once whether I wanted her to push for a larger settlement.
Each time, I gave her the same answer.
“No. Let him sign exactly what he believes he’s winning.”
So Daniel signed.
He barely read the documents.
He ignored the annexes.
At one point, he was texting Vanessa while Miriam
