I Run a Hedge Fund in Manhattan and Keep Horses in the Hamptons. My Riding Instructor’s Ex-Husband Thought Money Could Take Her Son

I called the best family law attorney in New York. A woman named Ruth Feinberg who had never lost a custody case and charged twelve hundred dollars an hour.

I paid her retainer quietly.

Then I set up something Josie didn’t know about. An education trust for Theo, funded through my family office, guaranteeing his tuition anywhere he wanted to go, from now through college. Craig’s lawyers couldn’t argue that Josie couldn’t afford his future anymore.

The custody hearing was in June, in a courthouse in Riverhead.

Craig walked in with three attorneys in matching suits. Ruth Feinberg walked in alone, carrying one folder.

Ruth was magnificent. She showed the judge Theo’s school reports, his teachers’ letters, a drawing he’d made of the barn with “MY HOME” written on it in crayon.

Then Craig’s lead attorney stood up.

“Your Honor, we have new information,” he said. “Ms. Flynn’s living situation depends entirely on her employer. A man named Alexander Kane.”

He held up a magazine.

My face was on the cover.

“Mr. Kane runs one of the largest hedge funds in the country,” the attorney said. “We believe Ms. Flynn is in a relationship with her billionaire employer and has concealed it from this court.”

Josie turned around in her seat and looked at me.

I’ll never forget her face.