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…
“Daniel!” I shrieked, the sound tearing at my throat. “Daniel, help me!”
Thirty yards away, silhouetted against the blinding, fractured light pouring in through where the grand entrance used to be, my husband paused. He looked back over his shoulder. The air between us was thick with floating ash, but I could see him with horrifying clarity.
