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324 pages, Hardcover
First published February 11, 2020
Agnes Murphy Nash spent the last decade or so acting the part of the Hollywood Wife - expensive clothes, flawless makeup, and the right friends in the right places.![]()
"Lip filler lemmings," I said. "I'd tell them to jump off a cliff into the Pacific, but we all know silicone floats."
"Okay, here we go." he sighed. "I'm really sorry, I've been told not to let you in...It's what they call, in the legal profession, leveraging."He's moving on - right now - and the sooner Agnes gets out, the better.
I ubered home in a blacked-out Suburban, Adele crying on the radio, air conditioning blowing up my dress, and legroom for my emotional baggage.One thing's for certain, she will NOT let her husband win. No. Way. In. Hell.
My calls and texts to Trevor went unanswered. I hoped he was lying in a ditch somewhere, but I also hoped that he was. :)The same goes for her husband - one minute he's tantruming because someone moved his furniture two inches over and the next, he's clever enough to obtain a consultation with every decent lawyer in the city to blockade Agnes.
"I see a touch of narcisism," she said, glancing up..."It says here that when you walk into a room, you feel special."In the beginning, he gave her a fitbit as a dig for gaining weight. Later he commits to an inpatient home by accusing her of anorexia.

