Reborn and Betrayed The Billionaire's Ex-Wife Strikes Back

The year I turned fifty, my husband's company went public.

A reporter asked him—a man celebrated for his success—whether he had any regrets in life.

He was quiet for a moment, then said:

"My greatest regret is that thirty years ago, I didn't..."

He never finished the sentence, but everyone knew what he meant.

Thirty years ago, a fire had torn through the factory. He'd inhaled too much smoke and collapsed. I was the company's lead engineer, and I'd dragged him out of the inferno with my bare hands.

The price I paid was burn scars covering half my body. Hideous, twisted scars.