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"How long has it been since we last made love?" I asked my husband. "What is this about, a baby?" He glanced up briefly before returning his eyes to the steak he was cutting. "You were the one who said you didn't want one." "So the only reason I'd want you in my bed is to get pregnant?" I'm Anna Newton, three years older than Charles Rivers. The year he was desperate enough to sell himself to save his mother, I stepped in and paid his way out. He left his girlfriend and married me, becoming what some called a "trophy husband" of the Newton family. But after five years of marriage, the nights we'd actually shared a bed didn't even fill one hand. Then I found out his never-quite-forgotten ex was now his new secretary. And I finally understood: Some things were never meant to be mine. Some people never were, either.