Vicky Ward is not a household name. Still, the British writer may be kicking around your home in the form of a byline on a juicy Vanity Fair story ( recent pieces have included the skinny on celebs taking over St. Barths). Or maybe her best-selling account of the Lehman Bros. demise, Devil's Casino, is on your bookshelf.
Ms. Ward is crossing the divide, though, with a compelling airing of the details of her recent messy divorce for the Daily Mail newspaper, under the headline: “My scandalous (and VERY public) divorce: British writer who conquered New York gives unflinching account of break-up.”
She definitely does not leave out the salacious details, including the fact that her ex posted a picture of his 23-year-old girlfriend on Facebook and that Ms. Ward once slapped him during a marriage mediation session (leading him to call the police).
Ms. Ward, now 41, says she sensed that she shouldn't have married Matthew Doull back in 1995, in part because she had an inkling that his powerful uncle, one Conrad Black, would influence their lives too much. (Indeed, the couple moved to the United States from the United Kingdom at Mr. Black's behest.)
In the article she goes on to describe, in detail, the moment of no-turning-back that changed everything last year. Her husband had been out late most nights, but he was not responding to her messages and it was the first time he'd not come home:
“I phoned his mother because I wondered if he was dead in a ditch and whether I should call the police.
‘Oh I wouldn’t worry,’ she said breezily. ‘He just needs his space.’
“I put the phone down. Now, I understood. He was having an affair – and she knew.”
Upon his return around 9 the next morning, Mr. Doull confessed that he had slept with someone, she continues.
‘The sex wasn’t very good,’ he told me.
‘Oh,’ I said. I was numb. I was talking to a complete stranger."
While it's no doubt refreshing to see a slinger of celebrity news and gossip scribble about her own most heartbreaking moments (and perhaps chilling for spouses of high-profile writers out there), there is something cringe-worthy about Ms. Ward's honesty.
Is she the friend that shares too much? Should she have kept this piece in a drawer for six months?