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.

“Miss Sterling, it is time for you to return to your position as Chairwoman,” his deep voice rang out in the sudden silence. My ears buzzed because I could not believe what I was hearing while standing there with empty hands.

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.