His Assistant Killed My Mother-in-Law,So I Signed the Divorce

On my mother-in-law's fiftieth birthday, my husband's assistant sent me a photo.

In it, Sheila Gilbert—teeth ripped out, mouth streaming blood—was crammed inside a dog cage.

I called immediately. "Christine Fox, what the hell are you doing?!"

Christine's laugh was cold, cruel. "You've got some nerve asking me that. Mr. Gilbert just opened a restaurant, and you send this old hag to freeload? Is your family that desperate?"

"Let me make something clear—Mr. Gilbert already gave me this restaurant. Try to take advantage of me again, and this is what happens."