During the earthquake, I was trapped in the rubble with my feverish son, but my husband carried his sprained secretary to the ambulance. Just then, my father arrived by helicopter… – True Stories

The quiet wife. The soft mother. The woman who let him speak over her at charity dinners and apologize for her “simple mind” when I corrected his numbers. He did not know I had stopped fighting him in public because I had started documenting him in private.

The hotel annex crushing us was his newest project, a luxury wing rushed open before inspection.continue reading …