Ignoring her question, Rex looked out the tinted limousine window. "Smile, darling. We’re almost there."

"Smile? How the hell do you expect me to plaster a smile on my face and walk down the red carpet five minutes after you confess you’re fucking your assistant?"

The numbness that assaulted her body would make it difficult to stand, let alone strut down a carpet lined with paparazzi and television interviewers. All she wanted was to tell the driver to take her home so she could retreat to her bedroom, curl into a ball in her king sized bed for one and make the world go away.

Granted, she and Rex had grown apart the past few years. When she’d heard rumors of his flirtations and confronted him, he’d always denied them—that is until a few minutes ago when she jokingly remarked about his new assistant, "Honestly honey, I don’t see why you hired Trisha. She doesn’t seem to have a brain in that beautiful head the way she messes up your appointment calendar."

He’d bitched about the young woman’s latest screw-up since they’d left the house.

Rex’s lips had curled up into the sarcastic smile that always signaled something hurtful was about to come her way. "True enough when it comes to business, but her saving grace is she’s young and fucks like a rabbit."

"What?" Stunned, she’d stared at him unable to believe he’d so casually admitted his infidelity. In the past, he’d at least had the decency to deny it.

"Oh please, darling. Don’t take on the hurt wife tone with me. How long has it been since you’ve had any interest in sex?"

Anger bubbled up inside her and blasted to the surface. How dare he insinuate it was her fault their sex life had become non-existent? "Consider that your own doing, husband." She hadn’t attempted to keep her voice calm.

Rex pushed the button to close the window that separated them from Ed, their driver, and glared at her but she didn’t stop...couldn’t stop the flow of words. The world needed to hear what a bastard she was married to.

"You’re the one who turned away when I tried to initiate intimacy. After a while, I gave up." Crossing her arms, Katherine scooted over to the far corner of the back seat. Hurt and anger spewed out. "Besides, I discovered a long time ago rabbit sex didn’t do it for me. You two should be perfect for each other since you’re both so quick."

"Don’t be catty darling, it’s not becoming. Speaking of which, have you looked in the mirror recently?" Rex’s voice had become flat, a tone that always indicated boredom. "Really, you’re looking like a woman turning forty and who wants to bed that?"

"Thank you for the compliment." She’d spat out in response. "After all I’m on the verge of turning fifty."

"Right. I forgot." He stared out the window and she knew he assessed the crowd that waited outside the theater. They were there to cheer the celebrities as they exited from the line of limousines waiting to discharge their occupants for the premiere of another Rex Holland money maker. Turning toward her, his eyes raked over her body. "Well, I must say you’re in better shape than a lot of women in your age bracket, but I can’t afford to feel old. Sorry darling, but my attorney will contact you to make arrangements for our legal separation."

Deflated, Katherine sat back against the seat and fought back tears. She’d be damned if she let him see her cry.

Why should she be surprised that her time had come? When she met Rex, she’d been twenty-four and an up and coming Hollywood starlet, the next ‘It Girl’ according to the tabloid buzz. Instead, once he’d settled the messy business of the wife at that time, Katherine Graham became the next Mrs. Rex Holland. As the wife of an internationally known movie producer, there’d been no need for her to work. More to the point, Rex discouraged her from accepting the acting offers that came her way. He wanted her to concentrate on her new featured role as eye candy to an older man and set aside her own dreams. Like a fool, she did as he suggested and added not taking a stand to a growing list of regrets.

Now, twenty-five years later, it was out with the old and in with the new once again. Only this time, Rex Holland wasn’t forty-one. At sixty-six, he’d look like the damned fool he was, sporting a twenty something on his arm, no matter how good she told him he was in bed.

"We’re next." Their limo inched forward. "Remember to smile and for God’s sake, be nice to Trisha when we get to our table."

The bastard actually expected her to make nice with his mistress. "I’m not going. Have Ed take me back home." Katherine huddled in the far corner of the limo.

"You’re going, darling. You’re going to be the doting wife in your last walk down the red carpet." Rex grabbed her hand and pulled her from the safety of her corner. The pressure became more intense as she resisted and she cried out in pain when his large palm moved up her arm and shook none too gently.