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, and her robe slipping off one shoulder, rumpled and

her lips together, concern coloring her tone. "What happened to

We'll talk later," Timothy

it crashed to the floor, shattering in a spray of water and

so rough that

at the mouth... that

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

could split her lip, just imagine what he was

connection as his aunt by

rushed Jessica

her up, stopped the bleeding, and prescribed

and stick

the wound was tended, Timothy led Jessica back to the

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

understand a word

raised her hands, forming the words

world seemed to freeze for

announce our marriage to everyone in broad daylight, and then at

Patience?

tolerating whom,

home, and he had

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