Moon Rises, Sun Sets, the Lost Path No Cross
Language: en
My husband’s young secretary destroyed a painting I’d worked on for two years. As punishment, she became my personal maid for three days, cleaning my entire gallery. Anson, my husband, said nothing at first, acting like nothing happened. Three months later, his company went bankrupt and he was jailed. To pay off millions in debt, I took three jobs a day, working nonstop. For three years, I lived in constant fear, even being attacked by debt collectors. I even took a job spending a night in a haunted house for $100. One night, while waitressing, I overheard Anson—supposedly in…