A Sheikh Got Me

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