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.

As the car started smoothly, Mr. Jenkins began his story with a solemn expression. “Your true name is Serena Sterling, and you are the only daughter of William Sterling, the current president of the Solara Group.”

That name hit me like a lightning bolt because the Solara Group was one of the largest conglomerates in the country. I shook my head and told him it was impossible since my parents died long ago and I was raised by my grandmother in a small town.

“Twenty years ago, the Sterling family suffered a great tragedy and the president had to hide you for your own safety,” Mr. Jenkins explained. He handed me a tablet showing a photo of a kind man who looked just like me and a picture of me as a young girl.

The last three years of my marriage flashed before my eyes as I remembered begging Gavin for money to send to my grandmother. I remembered the tears I shed when my mother in law called me a rootless peasant while I worked myself to the bone.