"I thought you already knew she was my wife."

Timothy's lips curled into something between a smile and a sneer, his gentle tone laced with a threat that sent a chill through the air.

Herbert was left speechless, words caught in his throat.

Timothy didn't stop there. "A woman of mine-even if I'm done with her-

someone like you could never have her."

Jessica mustered all her strength, raised her hand, and slapped Timothy across the face.

The sharp crack echoed in the room.

Timothy rolled his tongue against his cheek, eyes glinting. "You've got some nerve. Hitting me in front of your lover, is that it?"

He finally tore his gaze from Herbert and stared down at Jessica in his arms.

But Jessica had already fainted.

Timothy's arms jerked in surprise. "Jess!"

Herbert rushed forward, but Timothy shoved him aside and scooped Jessica up, cradling her effortlessly in his arms.

His eyes, cold as steel, cut into Herbert. "My wife isn't someone you can covet, Mr. Herbert. Do yourself a favor and stay away."

Jessica in his arms, Timothy strode

them, but stopped. As long as Jessica was

could do was watch as Timothy

his lips together, fists

himself in the lab and cut off contact with the world, would things have

belonged to two completely different worlds. How had she ever

out, sliding his

they were in the hospital parking

hesitated, but moved to carry

don't need to go

already here. Sick or not, we'll

it. After all, she

fine. I was

want anyone-especially Timothy-to know about her

divorce was impossible, dying might be the only

he'd fill her room with doctors and tubes, desperate to keep

her to say goodbye. Her mother had been hooked to machines, tubes everywhere, in

It hadn't saved her.

because of those

Jessica didn't want that.

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