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.

bloody lips, the cluster of bruises along her neck, and

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

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

to the floor, shattering in a spray of water and

they been so rough that

the

out to be wild in bed. No wonder she

imagine what he was like

his aunt by marriage, would she ever have landed such a

Jessica

stopped the bleeding, and prescribed

and stick to liquids for a

the wound was tended, Timothy led Jessica back

he shut the door, he shot her a cold look. "You made such a scene, forcing me to come and get you myself. And now you act all innocent, like some untouchable

didn't understand a

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

world seemed to freeze for a dozen

lips, mocking and cold. "You announce our marriage to everyone in broad daylight, and

Patience?

tolerating

and he had the

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