Reborn From Ashes: Divorcing The Billionaire

I was tied to a concrete pillar in an abandoned warehouse, the heavy stench of gasoline suffocating me.

Ten steps away, a masked kidnapper slammed a loaded Glock onto a metal barrel and forced my husband, Alvie, to make a sick choice.

"The wife or the mistress. You only get to walk out of here with one."

Alvie didn't even blink.

He walked straight toward the dark corner where his mistress, Gail, was crying. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, shielding her, and guided her toward the exit.