Timothy's gaze was dark and unreadable as he stared at her.

A heartbeat later, he grabbed her hand and led her firmly down the hallway.

They rode the elevator in silence, straight to the top floor.

Jessica let herself be pulled along, passive, until they entered the penthouse suite.

Once inside, Timothy pressed her gently down onto the sofa. He crouched in front of her, eyes intense. "Why haven't you been answering your phone?"

His voice was low and a little rough around the edges.

Jessica looked down at him—a man in a perfectly tailored suit, always so composed and charismatic, effortlessly charming. Once, she'd found that impossible to resist.

Now, she had no desire left to love him.

She raised her hand, voice flat. "Didn't feel like it."

An unmistakable shadow of annoyance flickered in Timothy's dark eyes.

"You never used to act like this."

fingers danced dismissively through the air.

you're really set on this

a hard edge, almost

answered quietly, her gaze

in frustration. He paced the luxurious carpet, then crouched

between us," he said, jaw tight. "Seven years of marriage—we've

From inside his jacket, Timothy pulled out a velvet box, flipped it open, and

City and my flight was

the perfect wife-gracious, considerate. Surely, she wouldn't hold a petty grudge over

I wasn't there for you. That's

sincere. His voice was gentle,

just gave him

them in total. Today, Sheila wore one; the rest, no

he was offering Jessica one of those castoffs, hoping to smooth

over.

Was this what she was worth to him? Only what was left over after he'd

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