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Every year, my husband, Charles Stanton, gave me and his mistress, Sophie Young, two choices. Whatever Sophie didn't want was handed down to me. The first year, she picked the luxury penthouse downtown over some "worthless" old estate on the outskirts of the city. I quietly accepted the rundown property that everyone said had bad feng shui and sat so far out in the sticks that even the birds avoided it. Ten years later, Sophie showed up at my door with a bankrupt Charles hanging off her arm. I was stretched out in my 600 million estate, calling out orders to the housekeeper as she used a carbon fiber fishing rod to hook pomegranates off the trees.