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.

of bruises along her neck, and her

together, concern coloring her tone. "What happened

hospital. We'll talk later," Timothy said, striding past

grip on the glass loosened; it crashed to the floor, shattering

so rough

the

wild in bed. No wonder she got pregnant with Timothy's son

her lip, just imagine what he was

aunt by marriage, would she ever have landed such a

Jessica to the

stopped

and

the wound was tended, Timothy led Jessica back

made such a scene, forcing me

a word

words slowly in sign language: "Timothy, let's

world seemed to freeze

marriage to everyone in broad daylight, and then at night you ask for a divorce? You're really testing my

Patience?

was tolerating

he had the nerve

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