All Chapters of WRONG ROOM : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

By the time Marilyn finished going through Claire’s comments, she was ready for lunch. Tyler suggested a restaurant a short walk from the office, and Kate agreed to come. While making the arrangements, Marilyn realized how much she missed sitting down with Naomi and Sia without a hospital visit or a problem bringing them together. She invited them too, and both accepted. Before leaving, she knocked on Raymond’s door. He looked up when she entered, then set aside the document he was reading. “Finished?” “For now. Claire and I have a few things to check this afternoon.” Marilyn closed the door behind her. “I’m going out for lunch with Tyler.” Raymond’s hand stopped on the document. “Tyler?” “I promised him lunch after missing his birthday. Kate is coming, and I invited Naomi and Sia. It’s been a while since we did something like this.” He leaned back in his chair. “He remembered that promise quickly.” “I reminded him.” “Of course you did.” Marilyn tried to keep her smil

Marilyn unlocked her phone and found Victor’s number. Her thumb rested above it while Elizabeth watched from the other end of the sofa. Only a few minutes ago, calling him would have meant speaking to Raymond’s rival. Now she was wondering how a person greeted a father she had never known. She pressed the number before she could change her mind. “Marilyn?” He answered quickly, but the confidence she remembered was missing from his voice. “Mom told me.” He drew a breath. “I see.” She waited. He seemed to be waiting too, and the silence made her eyes sting. She looked down at her engagement ring, turning it with her thumb. “Can we meet?” “Of course. I’m still in Crystal City. I can come to you.” “I would rather meet somewhere else. The hotel where we had lunch?” “Whenever you’re ready.” They agreed on a time, and Marilyn ended the call. She remained seated with the phone in her hand. It surprised her that arranging to see him could be so ordinary when everything about

Raymond recognized Isabella before the investigator paused the recording. She was standing near a hotel elevator, drawing a scarf away from her face. The movement was ordinary, almost careless. She turned toward the man beside her, and Raymond leaned closer to the screen on his desk. Richard Hale said something. There was no sound, but Isabella smiled at him. “Play it again,” Raymond said. The investigator restarted the short recording. Raymond watched her walk into view, lift her hand, and uncover her face. The elevator opened. Richard stepped aside to let her enter first, then followed her inside. “When was this recorded?” The investigator indicated the date. “It matches the visit Mr. Ashford described. The hotel’s security manager supplied the footage yesterday evening. I checked it against the original recording.” Raymond stared at the date. It was recent. Years after the crash, after the calls, after every conversation in which people struggled to tell him that his wife wa

By the time they finished dinner, Raymond’s plate was empty. Marilyn noticed with satisfaction, although she kept the thought to herself. He caught her looking and glanced down at the plate before raising an eyebrow. “Am I being inspected?” “I was wondering whether to congratulate you.” “For eating dinner?” “Without answering a call.” She reached for her glass. “It deserves some recognition.” Raymond leaned back in his chair. “You’re becoming very difficult to impress.” “You’re managing.” His expression warmed. Marilyn smiled into her glass, enjoying the way he watched her. Earlier, she was worried they would spend the evening staring at each other, unable to find anything to say after such difficult news. Now she was grateful for a conversation that did not require either of them to have an answer. When they returned to the living room, Raymond loosened his tie and pulled it free. He placed it beside his phone, then turned as quiet music began to play from Marilyn’s. “What’s

Marilyn was searching the dressing table when Raymond came out of the closet carrying her hair clip. He held it up, and she stopped moving things aside. “Where was it?” “On the shelf beside your bag.” “I’ve been looking for that.” She reached for it, but he raised it slightly before she could take it. “I noticed.” Marilyn looked at him. “We’re going to be late.” “You could say thank you.” She stepped closer and kissed him. “Thank you.” He gave her the clip, looking considerably more pleased than the discovery deserved. Marilyn shook her head and turned toward the mirror. While she gathered her hair, he picked up her bag and waited beside the door. She smiled at his reflection before following him out. During the drive, Raymond told her he would ask Madison to arrange a private appointment with his lawyer. Marilyn put her phone aside and listened. “About Isabella?” “About what her survival means and what needs to be addressed.” He looked at her. “I’ll tell you what I learn.”