Regret After Divorce: I Lost the Best Her

“"Mrs. Taylor, you're dying. Where is your husband?" The doctor's pity was the final blow. While I held my terminal diagnosis, my husband, Everett, was on the news, publicly embracing his first love. Three years of marriage. Ten divorce settlements. I finally signed the last one and walked away. They thought I was a penniless orphan. They were wrong. When I stripped off the 'dutiful wife' mask, I became the shadow ruler of the sci-fi world and the sole heiress to the Taylor empire. Now, Everett is begging for a second chance. But the world's most dangerous Godfather is already shielding me from his sight. "Touch her again," my protector whispers, "and I'll bury your empire by dawn."”