October 1968. A candlelit chapel on a private Greek island, rain outside, and two children holding ceremonial candles while their mother marries the richest man alive. America called it a fairy tale ending. Within days, aboard his yacht, the bride wrote a private apology to another man — a letter later stolen from a Manhattan law firm and printed in the papers. The groom's mistress of eleven years found out about the engagement from a newspaper. Six years later he hired Roy Cohn to make the divorce as humiliating as possible for her. He never got it. She got twenty-six million.