The Billionaire's Forgotten Wife and Son

The day I understood Harry James had never let go of his first love, I started teaching our seven-year-old son to call him "Mr. James."

When our son was hospitalized with acute gastroenteritis, one phone call from Vivien Whitney was enough. Harry walked out on the boy mid-IV without a backward glance.

I held my son's cold little hand and taught him softly, "Say goodbye to Mr. James."

He promised to spend our son's birthday with us. Then Vivien sobbed down the line that her boy had no father around.