The rain tapped against the leaded glass windows of the Darrow House dining room.

Inside, the air smelled of beeswax, damp wool, and the roast beef that sat cold and untouched on my plate.

Across the mahogany table, Grant poured himself another glass of Cabernet.

His mistress, Blaire, sat beside him, wearing a silk dress that matched the color of the wine.

She did not look like a guest; she looked like she already owned the place.

“You’ve been quiet tonight, Nora,” Grant said, setting the crystal decanter down with a sharp click.

“I am enjoying the silence while it lasts,” I replied, keeping my hands folded in my lap.

Margaret, my mother-in-law, sat at the head of the table, her posture rigid.

She adjusted her pearls with a slow, deliberate movement of her fingers.

“We should get to the point, Grant,” Margaret said, her voice dry. “There is no use delaying the inevitable.”

Grant reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a thick, cream-colored envelope.

He slid it across the polished wood, stopping it right next to my water glass.

“This is the prenuptial agreement you signed five years ago,” Grant said, a smug smile touching his lips.

“I didn’t sign a prenuptial agreement, Grant,” I said softly. “The Whitaker family financed your entire expansion without one.”

Blaire spoke up, her voice laced with mock pity. “People forget things when they’re stressed, Nora. You really should read the terms.”

I opened the envelope and pulled out the document.

My signature was at the bottom of the final page.

It was a perfect imitation of my handwriting, leaving me with nothing in the event of a divorce.

“It’s a forgery,” I said, looking directly into Grant’s blue eyes.

“It’s legally binding, and it has been notarized,” Grant countered, leaning back in his chair. “You’ll be out of this house by Monday.”

Just then, the heavy oak front doors of Darrow House groaned open in the distance.

Footsteps echoed on the marble tile of the foyer, fast and purposeful.

Lena walked into the dining room first, her sharp grey eyes scanning the table, followed by two men in dark suits.