No More Blood For My Ex

When Clyde and I finally tore our marriage apart, we didn't go quietly. We spent the next three years at war.

I snatched a multi-billion-dollar acquisition right out from under him; he retaliated by poaching my chief of staff of ten years. We even spent two agonizing years in federal court, trading blows over the trademark of our parent company.

Before our ninth court-ordered mediation, the courthouse hallway was a fortress of camera lenses and flashing lights. The media was suffocating, eager to capture the final showdown.