Ivana Trump's Marriage Was Much Nastier Than You Thought

February 1990. Two New York tabloids ran the same divorce on their front pages for eleven straight days. America thought it was watching a marriage explode. It wasn't. That marriage had been a contract since March 1977, when Ivana sat down to negotiate a prenup drafted by Roy Cohn. In 1988 her husband called a press conference, named her president of the Plaza, and joked he'd pay her a dollar a year. She phoned friends in tears. Three years later she signed something worse, and spent the next thirty years finding ways around it. It began at a restaurant table.