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.

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

her lips together, concern coloring her tone. "What

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

the glass loosened; it crashed to the floor, shattering in

been so

the mouth...

bed. No wonder she got pregnant with Timothy's son so soon

lip, just imagine what

as his aunt by marriage, would she ever have landed

Jessica to

cleaned her up, stopped the bleeding, and

hot food and

the wound was tended, Timothy led Jessica back to the

a cold look. "You made such a scene, forcing me to come and get you myself. And now you act

a word he

only raised her hands, forming the words slowly in sign language:

freeze for a dozen

"You announce our marriage to everyone in broad daylight, and then at night you ask for a divorce? You're really testing my patience, aren't

Patience?

was tolerating whom,

brought his lover home, and he had the nerve to talk about

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