I WAS ONLY 29 WHEN MY HUSBAND'S WILL WAS READ. HIS MISTRESS SMIRKED AS SHE GOT THE MANSION.... I was twenty-nine the day a mahogany-paneled room measured out my worth with a straight face. “Beloved Melissa Crawford…” the lawyer read, and the word rang like a slap. She received the mansion on Rosewood, the cars, the Aspen chalet, the investments—each item sliding neatly across the table like silverware at a wake. My wedding band bit into my palm. Across from me, Melissa’s sympathetic smile was th