My Rachel was stolen right out of my arms. For a second time and this time, it's really over. Five years later, a young lady who works as an assistant in one of my LLCs resembles her. I must redeem myself. I must atone for the sin of losing my Rachel. My family insists I marry an Arab woman who will bear my heir. I have a daughter. I don't care about such foolishness. If this young woman is my replacement, let me call her Rachel and live my days out accordingly.