Timothy didn't mind the place being small. In fact, once he stepped inside, his restless heart finally began to settle.

He let go of Jessica's wrist and made himself comfortable on an old wooden armchair in the living room, acting entirely at home.

He looked up at Jessica, his gaze dark and unreadable.

"Come sit down. We need to talk."

Timothy made no effort to act like a guest; he was as at home here as anywhere.

Jessica raised her hand in a dismissive gesture. "Unless we're talking about the divorce, there's nothing left for us to discuss."

Timothy's brief calm was instantly shattered by her words.

"Do you realize how annoying it is for a woman to keep threatening divorce? It gets old, you know."

"Then get it over with," Jessica shot back, her patience thinner than his. "I'm even more tired of it than you."

This marriage was a disaster. He could afford to waste a lifetime, but she couldn't.

every single second was a countdown, racing toward the inevitable. She didn't have time to drag this out

and get back in touch with Mr. Smith, land that role, and

time. There were still so many things she needed

unraveling quickly, anger

"We agreed on

to the agreement?" Jessica's slender fingers danced in the air, her anger barely contained. "How many

were graceful, delicate as

her hands, remembering how they felt against his skin -how long had it been since they'd touched each other with any real

took hold before

never liked forcing her. In his mind, things between a man and a woman should always be mutual-that's how

want things to get any more strained between

losing some of its edge. "Not

her hand, ticking off her points with calm precision. "You've

perform marital duties. Rule five: The husband must not publicly acknowledge

smirked. "You remember

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