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.

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

concern coloring her tone. "What happened to

taking her to the hospital. We'll talk later,"

crashed to the floor, shattering in a spray of water

so rough

at the mouth...

No wonder she got pregnant with Timothy's son so

just imagine what he

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

Jessica

up, stopped the bleeding,

food and

Timothy

soon as he shut the door, he shot her a cold look. "You made such a scene,

understand a

words slowly in

world seemed to freeze for a dozen

curled at Timothy's lips, mocking and cold. "You announce our marriage to everyone in broad daylight, and then at night

Patience?

tolerating whom,

home, and he had the nerve to talk about

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