Right after the divorce, my husband hugged his mistress and mocked her: “Now you’re just an old rag!” But 5 minutes later, 10 Rolls-Royces arrived and someone shouted: “Get in the car, ma’am!” The surprise was total, the end of it all came quickly.

“We will let the stock crash so Mendoza moves his hidden funds to buy it, and then we will trace the money to his illegal accounts,” Julian proposed. It was a risky gamble that could destroy the company if we failed, but we had no other choice.

During the board meeting, I acted incompetent and forced a terrible investment that caused the media to label me a “failed princess.” The stock plummeted, but Mendoza didn’t take the bait as we expected and instead drove the price even lower.

“We have been played because he knew our plan,” Julian said over the phone with a voice full of tension. I felt defeated until I received a message to meet The Observer at the central cathedral alone.

The figure in the black cloak turned out to be Mrs. Higgins, who revealed she was actually my mother’s twin sister. “I changed my identity and married William to protect you from the shadows all these years,” she sobbed.

She gave me my mother’s real diary which revealed that Robert Reed was the true mastermind behind the deaths of our parents. Robert had forged the DNA test to separate Julian and me so we wouldn’t combine our strength against him.