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My husband, Michael Grant, carried his mistress onto the last rescue helicopter with his own two hands. I stood in the rubble, covered in blood, and watched him leave without looking back. In that moment, I told myself that this marriage had died right there. Later, I was pulled out, changed my name, and built a life alone. Five years later, I became the largest investor in his company. In the conference room, he saw my face, and his cup hit the floor. "You're alive?" Michael asked. I opened the folder and smiled a little. "Alive, and here to buy your company today. "Sign it, ex-husband."