Seven years of marriage.

Could it really be because of that man last night?

Timothy's dark eyes seemed to deepen, almost swallowing the light.

He narrowed his gaze, jaw tight, and grabbed Jessica's chin, trying to force her to

speak.

Jessica's lips parted unwillingly.

"Are you trying to kill yourself?"

His voice was low, edged with a simmering anger he couldn't quite hide.

When Timothy caught a glimpse of her pale pink tongue, it was still bleeding.

Moving to the nightstand, he pulled out a few wet wipes and came back, carefully wiping the blood from her skin.

Blood was still trickling from the corner of her mouth.

His brow furrowed in frustration. He shoved the remaining wipes into her hand and, without another word, swept her into his arms.

They had barely stepped out of the master bedroom-crossing only a few paces -when Sheila appeared from the living room, a glass of water in hand. She stopped short, staring at them.

eyes flicked to Jessica's bloody lips, the cluster of bruises along her neck,

coloring her tone.

to the hospital. We'll talk later," Timothy

to the floor, shattering in a spray of water

so

the mouth...

quiet, delicate one, turned out to be wild in bed. No wonder she

imagine what he was like

for Jessica's connection as his aunt by marriage, would she

rushed Jessica

stopped the bleeding, and

food and stick to

Timothy led Jessica back

such a scene, forcing me to come

understand a word

raised her hands, forming the words slowly in

seemed to freeze for

mocking and cold. "You announce our marriage to everyone in broad daylight, and then at night you ask for

Patience?

was tolerating

lover home, and he

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