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Cole called Marty on his way back from the function. He was furious.

Lana had been a no-show. She’d let him down again. He was enraged. Humiliated. Wasn’t the whole point that they were a freaking couple? A team, an alliance, call it what you want–they were meant to do things together. What else was the point of having a damn wife? If he had to attend these gatherings by himself all the time, he might as well be going it alone. God only knew what people thought.

And to top it all, Michael Benedict had been there. He shuddered, remembering how the director had watched him from across the room.

‘Hello, Cole,’ he’d said, his mottled skin slack. ‘Have you been avoiding me?’

Cole gagged at the memory.

He wasn’t stupid. He knew something was up with his wife. Lana had been distant for months now and pleading illness didn’t wash with him. His years with Kate had taught him to know when a woman was lying.

He’d resisted Marty’s suggestion at first, there had to be another way. Now she had left him with no choice.

Cole speed-dialled his agent’s office. On his signal the driver sealed the partition glass.

Marty picked up straight away. ‘Cole, hi.’

Cole looked through the tinted glass at the grids of LA rushing by and gripped the leather armrest. He swallowed hard. ‘I’ve made my decision.’

He could hear Marty making excuses to the company he was with. Once he was alone: ‘Are you sure?’

Cole didn’t hesitate. ‘I’m sure. You start making things happen. Marty, I want her pregnant.’