In an upscale suite at one of the city's most exclusive hotels, Kate Conte sat before the mirror, meticulously perfecting her makeup.
It had been seven years—seven whole years—since she had taken Martha's place and married Alfonso, and yet, they still had no children.
In recent months, she could sense Alfonso's interest waver, slipping momentarily from her grasp. The signs were there, and she couldn't afford to let her hold on his slip.
Hearing the suite door open, she stood up, quickly composing herself as Alfonso strode over, not even giving her a chance to speak.
He swept her off her feet and onto the bed, his fingers unfastening his tie with one hand, tearing her robe with the other.
The gleam in Kate's eyes was unmistakable—pure exhilaration.
'God, it's been so long since he's b
