During the devastating earthquake, I was trapped under heavy rubble with my burning-fever son. When my husband finally reached us, he ignored our cries and carried his secretary-who only had a sprained ankle-into the first ambulance. As I wept in despair, a military helicopter landed right above us, and my billionaire father stepped out…

by trauma medics, structural engineers, and two heavily armed security officers. He strode through the wreckage like a general surveying a battlefield.

When he reached the fissure and peered down into the darkness, his steel-gray eyes immediately found mine. Then, he looked at the empty space where my husband should have been.

The color drained from continue reading …