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CHAPTER 12: Dinner with the Devil
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**Nora**I stood in the authentication room the next morning. My tools lay spread across the table. Griffin walked in without knocking. He carried a large portfolio under his arm. He set it down between us."Warren wants these cataloged," he said. His voice stayed even. "Forgeries mixed in. You are the expert."I nodded once. No small talk. No mention of last night. We both knew the rules now. Professional distance. That was what I needed.He opened the portfolio. Paintings and documents spilled across the surface. I moved to his side. Our shoulders almost touched. I picked up the first piece. A small landscape. My fingers traced the edges. The paint felt wrong under my touch. Too smooth in places. Too heavy in others.Griffin watched me work. He did not speak at first. He just stood there. Close enough that I could feel the heat from his body.I pointed to a corner of the canvas. "See this? The brushwork here is too perfect. Real aging would show cracks. This one was painted to look
MARRIED TO THE WRONG MARLOWE CHAPTER 16: "The Art of Watching
**Nora"**I stopped confronting Griffin after that night. I did not scream anymore. I did not demand more answers right away. Instead I watched him. I was an authenticator. My job was to look at something until it told me the truth. So I turned that skill on my husband. For one full week I studied every move he made. Every habit. Every small thing he did when he thought no one was looking. The first morning I sat at the breakfast table before he arrived. I kept my eyes on my coffee. Black. Too hot. I drank it standing up most days. When Griffin walked in he did the exact same thing. He poured his coffee black. Took the first sip while still standing. No cream. No sugar. Just like me. I felt a small jolt in my chest. Unwanted. I pushed it down. Later that day I followed him to his study from a distance. I stayed in the hallway where he could not see me. He read architectural plans the same way I examined paintings. He started at the corner. Worked his way inward. Slow. Meth
MARRIED TO THE WRONG MARLOWE Chapter 15: The First Accusation
I waited in the sitting room until the house grew quiet. The evidence sat on the low table in front of me. The printed photo of Griffin accepting the award with the scar clearly visible on his raised hand. The folded note from three months ago. I had laid them out like pieces of a painting I was authenticating. Every detail pointed to the same truth. My hands stayed steady even though my pulse raced. I was not shouting. I was not crying. I was doing what I did best. Looking for what did not fit. And everything about Griffin Marlowe did not fit. The front door clicked open. Footsteps moved through the hall. I stayed seated. My back straight. When he stepped into the room his eyes found me immediately. He knew something was wrong. He always seemed to know. "Nora," he said. His voice stayed low. Careful. I looked up at him. "Sit down." He did not argue. He crossed the room and sat in the chair across from me. Close enough that I could see the tension in his jaw. Close enough to s
MARRIED TO THE WRONG MARLOWE CHAPTER 14: Research and Ruin
**Nora"** I sat at the small desk in my authentication room. The laptop screen glowed in the dim light. My fingers hovered over the keyboard. I had to know. I could not let the questions sit inside me any longer. Griffin. The name still felt wrong in my mouth. Not Sterling. Griffin. I typed his name into the search bar. Griffin Marlowe. The results loaded fast. Architecture awards. Overseas projects. Photos of sleek modern buildings he had designed. He looked serious in every shot. Focused. Like the work mattered more than the spotlight. I clicked through the images. My authenticator eye scanned each one the way I examined a painting. Looking for what did not fit. Looking for the lie. An article from five years ago caught my attention. Griffin accepting an award. He stood on stage with his right hand raised. The scar on his knuckles showed clear in the photo. White against his skin. The same scar I had seen when he signed the contract. My stomach tightened. I zoomed in. The memo
MARRIED TO THE WRONG MARLOWE CHAPTER 13: The Crack in the Mask
**Nora"** I slammed the bedroom door so hard the frame rattled. My heart pounded against my ribs like it wanted to break free. Griffin. The name burned in my mind. Not Sterling. Griffin. The second son. The man who had signed that contract while pretending to be someone else. I paced the room. My bare feet slapped against the cold hardwood. The massive bed loomed in the center like a reminder of the lie I had just stepped into. Three years. I had signed away three years of my life to a stranger who was not even the stranger I thought he was. How could he do this? How could he look me in the eye and let me believe he was Sterling Marlowe? The contract said a Marlowe son. Technicality. That was what he had called it. A fucking technicality. Anger surged through me hot and sharp. I grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it across the room. It hit the wall with a soft thud and fell to the floor. Not enough. Nothing felt enough. I stopped in front of the full length mirror. My reflec
MARRIED TO THE WRONG MARLOWE CHAPTER 12: Dinner with the Devil
**Nora"** The dining room felt like a battlefield. I sat at the long table in a simple black dress. My hands stayed folded tight in my lap. Sterling sat across from me. He stayed quiet as always. Candles flickered between us. The food smelled rich, but I barely tasted it. Every bite stuck in my throat. This formal dinner was supposed to feel normal. Husband and wife sharing a meal. Instead it felt like stepping into a trap I had walked into with open eyes. Warren Marlowe sat at the head of the table like a king. His silver hair caught the light. His eyes moved between us. They looked sharp and calculating. He raised his glass. "To the new Mrs. Marlowe. May this union bring strength to both families." I lifted my glass but didn’t drink. Strength. That word tasted like a lie. I had married to save my family. Not to build his empire. Suspicion from the fakes in my office still sat heavy in my chest. Now this dinner made it worse. The door opened. A man walked in. Tall. Broad shoul
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"Mrs. Marlowe?" The voice pulled me from sleep. I opened my eyes to unfamiliar white walls. A ceiling too high. Windows too big. Right. Marlowe Estate. My cage. "Mrs. Marlowe, breakfast is ready whenever you'd like." Mrs. Chen stood in the doorway. Not my bedroom doorway. The main suite door. Sh
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MARRIED TO THE WRONG MARLOWE CHAPTER 6: The Stranger at the Table
*Present Day*He looked like he'd seen a ghost.The man standing in the doorway wasn't moving. Just staring at me like I'd crawled out of his nightmares. Those steel-blue eyes locked onto mine and something in my chest twisted.I knew those eyes."Sterling." Warren's voice cut through the tension.
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