Five years ago I divorced my wife Joy. I thought the divorce would be a clean cut, no bullshit deal but I turned out to be dead wrong.
After I refused to talk to her and hear her out, Jim hired an attorney for her. When my attorney got the financial forms back from her I noticed that she had failed to include her secret account.
I had spent weeks wondering about how she'd funded that secret account. Then one day out of the blue I ran into Cal Davis. At first he tried to duck me but finally stood his ground. I told him that I didn't harbor any ill will toward him and took him to lunch. Over lunch he spilled a lot of beans.
It turned out that the paychecks that Joy was depositing into our general account were the commissions from her sales and her three trainees. Her bonus checks and the
