The End of Us

As I lay bleeding in the wreckage of a car crash, my husband hung up on me to pamper his sexy secretary. He had no idea that I was miscarrying our baby. Seven years of devotion, and he treated me like trash. I signed the divorce papers and walked away, finding refuge in the arms of his most formidable rival. Now, my ex-husband's empire is in ruins. He’s begging on his knees, finally realizing that I am both a tech empress and the long-lost heiress to a multi-billion-dollar dynasty. But it's too late. My new husband and I are about to burn his world to ash.