She had just raised her hand, about to ask him what was really going on between him and Sheila.

But Timothy caught her hand, pulling her beneath him without giving her a chance speak, clearly unwilling to waste a moment of their time together as husband and wife.

He pinned her wrists gently above her head and kissed her, shutting down any attempt at conversation.

Tonight, he was relentless.

Just as Jessica felt herself starting to unravel, a sudden, frantic knock sounded

from the hallway.

Timothy froze mid-motion.

"Timothy? Jessica? Are you two awake? Henry's stomach hurts really badly-he's crying..."

Sheila's voice trembled on the other side of the door, tinged with panic.

Timothy immediately rolled off Jessica.

"Go check on him for a moment-I'll be there right away."

Timothy. Maybe, just maybe, she'd been wrong about everything. But even if

on his shirt

robe and got

she must be feeling frustrated after being interrupted

whole night and, for the first time,

should get some rest," Timothy said gently. "I'll

wanted to go

see the

he reassured her. "Don't worry. He's my son too-I don't want to see him suffer any more than you do. Leave it to

something he never wanted

didn't want to hold him up, so she nodded and

door. Sheila was

"Timothy, hurry, come on!"

Henry was curled up in a ball, clutching his

kept whispering,

called for his mom. Old habits die hard, especially

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