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Chapter 5

Author: Michelle
That year, Vincent had just taken over the family business. Everyone was watching him, waiting for him to slip. He said he would marry me, make me his Donna. I believed him.

But things were not that simple. There was no room for me in the middle of the three of them.

I did not want to cause more trouble. "You are overthinking it. I am just having them restored and stored properly."

"Are you sure?"

I kept my expression calm. "Yes."

Vincent seemed to relax. "Good. I will have shelves built in the study to keep them all."

I nodded. "You should go. I need to rest."

I went to the bedroom and locked the door. He lingered a moment, then left.

When I woke, it was afternoon. Dr. Shaw called. My paper had been published.

Vincent called soon after. He said he was nearby and offered to drive me to campus.

When I got in the car, Cora was already in the front seat. She turned her head slightly. "Claire, I hope you do not mind. I always ride in the front."

"It's fine," I said.

Vincent tried to make conversation. "I saw a paper today. Author used a pen name, C. L. Moreau. The work is impressive, really advanced. Might be worth reaching out for a research partnership."

He was talking about my paper. "C. L. Moreau" was my alias. Dr. Shaw had suggested it. C for Claire, L for my mother's maiden name, Moreau close to Morland. No one would connect them.

Cora chimed in. "Claire has been studying for so long, but I never really hear about anything groundbreaking."

She laughed. "Sorry, I am just blunt. No offense."

Vincent did not defend me. "Claire, after we marry, you should stop working. The Graves family does not need its Donna in a lab."

I murmured something noncommittal and focused on my phone.

Cora got out two blocks from campus. "Thanks for the ride, Vincent!" She smiled at me through the window. "Bye, Claire."

I noticed the neighborhood she walked into. It was the same private development where our new house was. The one we had picked out together. "She's staying there?" I asked.

"Oh, she's staying with a friend for a few days," Vincent said. "She's not been well lately. I didn't want her to be alone."

His eyes met mine in the mirror. "She needed somewhere to rest. Don't read into it."

"I am not," I said. "She's family."
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