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…

our marriage. Think about our history.”

“I did,” I whispered, the memory of the falling concrete flashing behind my eyes. “I thought about our marriage for forty-seven minutes while our son choked on dust and asked me why his father left him to die in the dark.”

Before Daniel could formulate another lie, the elevator doors at the end of the hall chimed.continue reading …