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.

“The president’s health is very delicate now and he ordered us to find you so you could take control of the company,” Mr. Jenkins continued. I looked out the window at the passing skyscrapers while realizing my life had flipped from abandoned wife to billionaire heiress in one morning.

The car passed through an imposing iron gate and stopped in front of a spectacular white mansion that looked like a fairy tale castle. I felt like a speck of dust about to be swallowed by opulence as I stepped out of the vehicle.

An elegant woman named Mrs. Higgins greeted me at the door with a sweet smile and took my hand with genuine warmth. “Serena, I have heard so much about your suffering, but please consider this your home from now on,” she whispered.

She led me to a grand room on the second floor where the faint smell of medicine hung in the air. “Your father is inside and he has wished so much to see you,” she said as I reached for the cold doorknob with a shaking hand.

The man in the bed was a shadow of his former self but his eyes glowed with tears when he saw me enter. “You have come back, Serena,” he rasped while reaching out a thin hand that I took immediately.