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.

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

coloring her tone.

the hospital. We'll talk later," Timothy

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

so

the mouth... that

out to be wild in bed. No wonder she got pregnant with Timothy's son so

could split her lip, just imagine what he was

it hadn't been for Jessica's connection as his aunt by marriage, would she ever have landed such

Jessica to the

up, stopped

hot food and stick to

was tended, Timothy led Jessica back to

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

a

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

freeze for a dozen

and cold. "You announce our marriage to everyone in broad daylight, and then at night you ask for a divorce? You're

Patience?

tolerating

home, and he had the

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