THREE MONTHS LATER, I WAS DIGGING THROUGH TRASH TO SURVIVE WHEN A WOMAN IN A BLACK LUXURY CAR FOUND ME AND SAID, “YOUR GRANDMOTHER LEFT YOU $1.5 BILLION.”
My name is Amelia Grant. I was thirty-two years old, recently divorced, and so broke that I had started repairing discarded furniture just to afford diapers for my baby.
Three months earlier, I had been living in a beautiful mansion with my husband, Daniel Foster, a wealthy real estate developer.
I believed our marriage was secure.
Then I came home early one afternoon and found him with his personal assistant.
MY WEALTHY EX-HUSBAND HIRED CHICAGO’S MOST POWERFUL LAWYERS TO MAKE SURE MY NEWBORN DAUGHTER AND I GOT NOTHING.
