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like crazy and your husband looked fairly pleased with himself.” Roberta caught her words. “More so than usual.”
    “I see. Is that all?”
    “No.”
    Lana braced herself.
    “He then asked her if she would meet him in his office for something personal on a day you went shopping in town. They were in there for two hours. I had to clean the whole dining room by myself, so I gave her a bit of an earful on your behalf.”
    Well, that was certainly not something Lana wanted to hear. Nevertheless, she thanked Roberta again and wandered off to consider this information and what it possibly meant.
    Ken and Chloe definitely had something going on. Lana could confront her. She could pull that maid aside and demand a confession. Yet what good would that do? All Lana would do was scare her into either quitting or lying. And Ken would keep on keeping on.
    Ken.
    Her fucking husband.
    If the bastard were cheating on her, then getting rid of Chloe wouldn’t do a damn thing. And if he were cheating? That was it. That was the final breaking point. He thought it was cute to bug her about calling for a divorce, but he didn’t know the full fury of Lana Andrews, a woman he helped create over the past decade.
    I mean, he has every opportunity to explore his sexuality with other people. The deal was it happened with Lana present and with her consent. Ken going off secretly with people, keeping his wife in the dark, was such a breach of trust that Lana was certain she could never recover from it.
    If Ken were cheating on her, their marriage was over. No buts. No forgiveness.
    I don’t want that… Lana stood in the front hall of the mansion she bought with her husband years ago. This was her home. This was her past, her present, and hopefully her future. Why would she give this up unless she really had to?
    She no longer flippantly thought of a divorce to mix things up in her life. That was absurd. First she had to find out if her fears were for naught or a reality. Until then, she would assume that everything was fine. Lana was good at separating emotions like that. The next time she saw her husband, she would pretend that nothing was amiss. Although her eyes would try to see all, and her ears would be on top of everything.
    Ken was going to come home to the nosiest wife in the universe.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter 6
     
    “I Don’t Expect You To Understand.”
     
    “There she is,” Lana said, relieved. She flagged down someone on the other side of the main room of The Dark Hour, the elite BDSM club she and Ken were regulars at.
    “Finally, she has a friend.” Ken teased his wife, but he wasn’t far off the mark. Lana didn’t have many people she considered herself close with. Ken was her best friend, all things considered. She got along with her sister, but Inid was one of the most vanilla women in the world when it came to sex and gender expression. The other women Lana knew in her social circle were often put off by her brash mannerisms. There were few women, usually Dommes, who could put up with Lana’s brand of socializing for more than ten minutes.
    Elle Hernandez was one such woman.
    She approached, sashaying like a goddess in her white miniskirt and the gold chains hanging from her long neck. Big, bold and brown hair fell in curly waves, caressing the woman’s tanned skin
    “Lana!” They exchanged kisses before sitting in their corner of the VIP lounge. Leather stretched and creaked beneath them as they rearranged their bodies and said their pleasantries. Ken gave them some privacy and spoke with an acquaintance on the neighboring couch.
    “It’s so good to see you around,” Lana said. “It’s been much too long.”
    “Two months. Chicago has been keeping me busy.” Elle halved her time between their city and Chicago, although she spent most of her time in Chicago those days. “I’m home for the holidays. Too bad, because I would rather hang out here than spend my time at my mother’s.”
    “Ain’t that the