Ever the planner, Arabella wasn’t surprised when her communicator dinged with the message from her husband.<br/><br/>She knew this day was coming.<br/><br/>And she would be lying if she didn’t have anxiety about it.<br/><br/>For months, Colin had been searching for a second wife. She had attended countless functions with him, met at least a hundred potential women through acquaintances, friends, or business contacts. She contacted the correct contractors and decorators to prepare their home to share it with another woman. Ara and Colin had spoken about the possibility, almost since just after their son had been born. And finally, he had narrowed it down to a few select females. Today had been the last step to changing their lives forever.<br/><br/>But she trusted her husband. And he had consulted her on those choices. Something many of the women in her social circle did not get a chance to do. So often the husband simply made the decision and that was it.<br/>She had even heard of women killing themselves over the choices their husband had made.<br/><br/>But she trusted the man who had her heart.<br/><br/>So she had spent the day preparing, sent the baby and nanny out for awhile, and readied herself for her husband’s return and the inevitable conversation that was needed. It was one thing to talk about another woman joining their family. The decision being final, however, would certainly feel different, she was sure.<br/><br/>With her hair in soft waves around her shoulders, dressed in a simple day dress (http://www.saksfifthavenue.com/main/ProductDetail.jsp?FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=2534374306418059&PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=845524446806375&R=849313035329&P_name=4.collective&N=306418059&bmUID=kSy5Qv0), Ara paced in front of the windows as she waited for Colin to arrive. A glass of ice water was balanced in her hand. And she had forgone shoes, preferring the feel of the luxurious carpet and tile beneath her expertly manicured toes.<br/><br/>She was nervously tapping the band of her wedding ring against the glass when she heard the elevator ding. She set her glass down on a small table as she hurried out of the living room and towards the back of the Penthouse where the door to the elevator emptied out. She met her husband at the entryway, pulling the side of the double door open for him with a smile.<br/><br/>“Hello there handsome…”