“Do you believe he’ll divorce you?” Dulce scoffed. “You’re mistaken. Men like Alessandro don’t let their wives just walk away. I’m making sure you know, no matter what, I will always be with him. I will sleep with him every chance I get. Once you have a taste of a man like him, well, nothing else compares does it Mackenna? The rumour mill at the hospital was my orthopedic surgeon wanted you, but you couldn’t go there could you. You had Alessandro and even a good-looking doctor doesn’t compare. You’ll be back in Milan, but I will still be in his bed, as much as I possibly can.”
“I don’t care,” she tried to keep her temper under control, but the woman had a way of getting under her skin. “Just stop calling me. I don’t need to know.”
“But you do need to know,” Dulce said condescendingly. “Y
