Silence in a large house isn’t always synonymous with peace; sometimes, it’s the prelude to a stifled scream. I live in La Moraleja, one of Madrid’s most exclusive neighborhoods, surrounded by high walls, private security, and a level of luxury that, for years, I thought was the very definition of success. But that Tuesday in November, the chill of the travertine marble in my master bathroom wasn’t the only thing that sent a chill down my spine.
I FOUND MY MOTHER KNEELING ON THE MARBLE OF MY OWN MANSION: WHAT MY WIFE FORCED HER TO DO WITH MY CHILDREN ON HER BACK […]