“Listen up, Kerri. If you want your vile ex-husband groveling on the ground, licking your feet and begging for your forgiveness, then you have to do it the ‘Frantz’ way.” Kate was pacing back and forth, with a tablet in hand and began reading from it like a general while I sat quietly in front of her.

“You are booked from sunrise to sunset for the entire month! You have acting lessons, vocal and media training, etiquette classes, daily skin treatments, therapy…” She continued, but I raised my hand to get her attention.

She stopped and turned towards me with a raised brow.

“Therapy?” I repeated, confused at why that’s...