Timothy was a man at the very top of the pyramid-every aspect of his life, from what he wore to what he ate, reflected his impeccable taste.

Determined to be the perfect wife for him, Jessica tried to master everything.

When their son Henry was born, she wanted even more to be someone who could care for him in every possible way.

Throughout her pregnancy, Jessica honed her culinary skills and poured her sense of style into decorating their home. She transformed their house into a cozy, elegant haven-every room spotless, every surface gleaming.

Yet, even with all her efforts, Timothy rarely wanted to come home.

It was Henry, instead, who adored her cooking. He was always praising her meals, insisting nothing he ate elsewhere ever compared.

Jessica used to think Henry couldn't even eat without her. But when she stopped making his breakfast and lunch for two days straight, he didn't even call.

It dawned on her that she'd overestimated her place in Henry's heart.

Just then, her phone buzzed with a video call. Carlisle's name flashed on the

screen.

A sudden thought struck her: it had been nearly six months since Carlisle last asked her for money.

Carlisle couldn't speak, but he had formed a team of animation enthusiasts, all of whom were mute, and they worked together on animated films.

When their funding dried up and the team was on the verge of falling apart, Jessica came through for them.

to fulfill her own dreams,

signed, asking Carlisle

his hands emphatically and signed back, "No, no, we have enough. I just heard from a friend that you went to the hospital the other

two days ago she'd gone to

post-production on their film and didn't want them to worry. Smiling, she signed, "I'm fine,

chatted a little longer before saying

phone away, Jessica thought of her cancer

into her family, never taking a

Timothy without a wedding, without a ring, without even

amusement parks or

matter how cold he was, she always greeted him with a

she saw him scribbling other women's names across sheets of paper,

her and asked her to marry him, she thought—just for a moment that he'd recognized

until after the wedding

care. She was his wife. She

But...

her lips curling into a bitter, fragile

It didn't matter anymore.

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