It was Timothy.

Jessica nearly broke down.

She'd struggled to start over in a new place, desperate to escape him. Yet somehow, he'd found her again.

Timothy caught her wrist, closed the door behind them, and pressed her back against it. His dark, narrow eyes burned with flickers of anger.

His voice was cold and heavy as he demanded, "How well do you really know Vince? Did you tell him about our divorce?"

Timothy knew she needed to sign to answer, so he didn't grip her too tightly. Jessica jerked her arm and broke free.

"I don't need to know anything else about him," her hands signed sharply. "As long

as he's willing to introduce me to a good divorce lawyer, that's enough!"

Her gestures were as fierce as the glare in Timothy's eyes-both full of fury. Timothy's brow furrowed. "So you're dead set on divorcing me?"

Even though Jessica had been bringing up divorce constantly lately, he hadn't taken it seriously. He found it impossible to believe.

Henry Lawson was her whole world.

Henry from him he was

him, Timothy wasn't blind. He'd seen the longing in

you still don't get that I want out? Timothy, are you really that clueless, or are

you're just bored

and aristocratic, tinged

hoped to avoid saying certain things. If they could just end things peacefully and go their separate ways, that

cornering her, and she was done

angry, her beautiful features twisted

to make

turned sharp. "Fine." Her signing became more

I found a piece of paper at home, filled

I know about your affair

the world knew seven years ago that she was the one

trembled, pressed into a hard

"Is that enough?"

not, I

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