Marie's POV
The photograph slid across the polished mahogany desk and fell. Mancini bent gently and picked it up.
It had all happened quickly, but everyone had seen what they needed to see.
I hadn't meant to gasp, but the sound had slipped out before I could stop it.
I looked from Marcus to Mancini, my husband's grip tightening around my hand until I winced. He didn't notice, or maybe he didn't care. His attention was locked on Marcus, waiting, daring him to react.
For a long moment, Marcus said nothing. But I could see in his eyes that whatever the image meant, he understood.
I had so many questions, but I dared not speak.
I was certain. I had to find out what business their father and my father had.
Whatever was going on, I was afraid it was ugly, and it was the reason I was in this hellish marriage.
