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past four months had her smiling like a loon.
    She heard her stomach grumble and suddenly remembered she had not eaten. Heeding the demands of her belly, she headed back to her bungalow. Leaving the pail on the porch, she went straight to the kitchen and opened her fridge. There she found a large bowl of cut up pineapple and a huge banana nut muffin. She sat at the table and was about to dig in when she heard her front door open and close.
    Her cleaning lady was early. She called out, “I’m in the kitchen, Luca.” She took a bite of her muffin and nearly choked when a man she had not seen in months strolled into her kitchen. “Simon!” she gasped.
     
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    Simon stared at her. My God, she’s even more beautiful than I remembered. Her hair was a wild mess. Her real hair—not the extensions and weaves. It was windblown and all over her head. Dark, thick, wavy locks. Her sweet, thick lips were formed into a surprised O, and how he wanted to kiss them. He’d been searching for her for months. Finally he had found her, and she was more desirable than he could imagine. She looked different. Her flawless red-brown skin was darker from the sun. Her deep, sparkling brown eyes were glowing with contentment. He could not believe how much he had missed her. “You are a hard woman to find, Carmen Meeks.”
    She swallowed and asked, “Simon, what are you doing here? How’d you find me?”
    He strode over to the table and sat down. “I found you through your attorney. It wasn’t easy, mind you. Your lawyer is very protective of your privacy. But there’s more than one way to skin a cat. Since he wouldn’t release the information, I went around him and got real friendly with his paralegal. She was very grateful for the attention and the cash bribe.” He forked one of her pineapple chunks and popped it into his mouth. “And I’m here to collect my second payment for my silence.”
    Her face fell at his words. Slowly she set her muffin down. “I promised to tell you the truth about that night.”
    He nodded.
    “It’s an ugly story, but not a unique one. I grew up dirt poor and from the wrong side of the tracks. I wanted a better life—the kind of life that was glamorous and came with money and respect. I was dumb and naïve and thought Kennedy was my ticket to that life. I was wrong. Horribly wrong.
    “I thought a guy like Ken couldn’t be that bad. He’s from a good family. He’s educated, loaded with money. If I could be what he wanted, then he would make me his wife and I’d be happy. I turned myself inside out for him.
    “I became anything and everything he wanted me to be. I dressed like a temptress for him. I wore fake hair for him. I changed my eye color with contact lenses for him. I never stepped one foot out of our home unless my facial make-up was flawless. I was the perfect accessory to his demanding lifestyle.
    “I became the perfect hostess for his parties. I was the consummate lady on his arm. I was the nasty, freaky slut in his bed. I was his…punching bag.”
    Simon stiffened at her last words. “No matter what I did, Ken always found a way to punish me for it. After six and half years of ass kicking, I’d had enough. I knew he’d never give me a divorce. That would tarnish his perfect image. I knew this because I’d asked for a divorce once before and he almost killed me.”
    She sighed and toyed with her muffin. “I had to devise a way to secure my freedom with as little fallout as possible. I knew my best chance was at the dinner party. I had to get caught in a very compromising position that would force Ken’s hand.
    “So I maneuvered you, Richard and Maximus to play as my accomplices in my bid for freedom. All Ken talked about the day of the party was making sure I gave you three extra special attention. He especially wanted you three to have a good time because he was desperate to do business with each of you in the future.
    “In a way, he was why you three were invited to