After my husband died, my mother-in-law took the house and all 33 million dollars, coldly saying to me: “Go find somewhere else to live, my son isn’t here to shield you anymore.” A few days later, sitting in front of the lawyer, I realized she had made the most expensive mistake of her life. I was still wearing the black funeral dress when she said that, standing right in the foyer of the Georgian-style house in Greenwich, Connecticut, one hand resting on the wooden banister as if she owned the