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.

Gavin and Penelope remained frozen like statues of salt with their mouths wide open and their faces pale with confusion. The man, who I later learned was Mr. Jenkins, waited patiently for my response before opening the car door for me.

“I think you have the wrong person because my name is Audrey Miller,” I whispered while feeling completely dazed by the scene. Mr. Jenkins looked up with unshakable conviction and a strange sense of pity in his eyes.

“No, Miss, we have been searching for you for years and I will explain everything on the way if you step inside,” he replied calmly. I glanced at Gavin who was trying to speak without making a sound, and I climbed into the car to escape the whispers of the crowd.

The door closed softly and created a solid wall between me and the humiliating world I had just left behind. The interior was a different universe filled with the scent of high end leather and a silence that finally let me breathe.

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.

“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.