Aliyah adjusted the lapel of her blazer and ran her fingers through her soft curls. She was visiting Marion at the office today, he’d insisted she come in and have lunch with him, saying, “You’ve been hiding in that mansion like a pretty little ghost.”

She smiled to herself, remembering how he’d added, “You’re my wife, Aliyah. Let them know it.”

The receptionist greeted her warmly and directed her to the top floor. Aliyah stepped out of the elevator and into Marion’s sleek ...