"You just got off the plane. Get some sleep-I'll keep an eye on Daisy."

"No need."

She turned away, refusing to look at him.

"You look exhausted, Jessica. Don't push yourself."

His voice was already pleasant, but with that gentle concern, it was even harder to resist.

But words like that he'd never have said them to her before.

And now, she didn't want to hear them.

"It's pointless, Timothy. No matter what you do now, I'm going through with the divorce."

"I know," Timothy replied, lowering his voice so he wouldn't disturb Daisy. "I just wanted to do something for you before it's all over. I know you've been helping out with the housework, making donations, giving Carlisle and the others a chance. I know all of it."

Jessica lifted her chin, her eyes shining with unshed tears, but she refused to let them fall.

"So what if you know?"

say right now, but could you just calm down and think about it for a minute? Do you remember something I once

lot over the years. How am I supposed to know which one you

gaze, then quietly repeated the words he'd

this just because you're jealous of her, you're willing to throw away our marriage? Throw away your family?" His voice was low and hoarse. "How can you be

the exact tone he'd used the first

I-it's not what you think. That day she fell down the stairs, Kane called me and asked me to come check on her. I didn't have a chance to explain things to you.

was a sincerity in Timothy's voice she hadn't heard in

years. Never, not until the divorce was

meant nothing to her. Her response was cool and distant: "How can you blame it on interruptions? You rushed to her side every time something happened, like nothing else mattered. Don't pretend it was anything

my fault. But if you just let me explain, you'll understand. We're married. No matter how much I care about her, she's always an outsider to us. Seven years ago, she saved my life. I think I mentioned this before. And

I might marry her—”

Jessica's whisper was sharp, her words

in hearing about your past

those memories were wounds-scars she'd only just begun to heal. She didn't want to rip them open

doesn't matter if you want to

You're my wife. We're in this together. There's no reason

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