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Five years and a divorce paper in my hand before I realized that I invested my time, effort and devotion to the wrong man. Right after he got the contract that would make his company a subsidiary of the SF Conglomerate, Greg Combs, my husband of five years, dropped me and my sick daughter for another woman. Devastated and with mounting bills to pay at the hospital, I was surprised when I got help from someone who I least expected to help me, Lucas Sanders, my husband’s new boss. His offer was too-good-to-be-true. It does not add up to the ruthless and aloof billionaire I know. But then, beggars can’t be choosers. My daughter’s health is way more important than assessing the motives of this perfect man. When he reached out for my hand, a small electric current shot through my arm. I gasped as a mixture of excitement and fear sent shivers up my spine. While I looked at our clasped hands, I knew it was time to say goodbye to the past, and say hello to the present. But as to what cost?