Kate Adams took a breath and dropped the towel wrapped around her body. She pushed her wet, shoulder-length brown hair from her face and stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror. These examinations of herself had become a daily routine over the last twelve months - perhaps not twelve months, but certainly since her fortieth birthday. She tilted her head, forcing her eyes to work their way down her body - her fac...

They never made it to their dinner reservation. Brad had headed upstairs to the bathroom while Kate took a few minutes to process the information he had given her and how that affected the events of the afternoon. On the one hand, it turned out that her husband had not in fact been having an affair with his employee. His lack of attention over the last year had been due to him overseeing the construction of their perfect...