He took everything in the divorce—then his attorney whispered five words and his smile vanished The judge looked at me over her glasses. "Are you certain, ma'am?" I nodded. Across the table, Mark was already smiling. That sharp, predatory smile he saved for closing a deal. It started on a Tuesday. Fifteen years of my life, gone in the time it took him to set down his briefcase. He looked at me like I was a bad investment he was finally cutting loose. "I want a divorce," he said. No emotion. "And