I received the first divorce papers on a Wednesday morning.
They arrived by courier in a thick envelope, addressed to me at home. Graham was upstairs. I carried the packet into the study, shut the door, and called Natalie.
"I have them," I said.
"Don't sign anything. Take photographs of every page and bring the originals to my office."
I opened the envelope.
The settlement offer was more generous than I expected in some ways. I would keep the house. Graham would pay my medical expenses for a year. He would also pay a lump sum that looked substantial until I compared it with the hotel's valuation.
The final page required me to waive all claims connected to Vale House, the foundation, and the company's future sale.
It also asked me to agree that the transfer of my trustee vote had bee
