Timothy pressed his hand to his chest. "I'll have your name tattooed right here- because in this lifetime, only you belong in my heart."

Not long ago, he'd told her he loved her.

And now, today, he wanted her name etched above his heart.

It was almost laughable.

Their marriage was already in pieces, shattered beyond repair.

Let him do as he pleased.

Without her medication, she would die.

When she'd found that box while preparing for the divorce-after every lawyer in town had refused to take her case—she'd been diagnosed with cancer. That was when she realized: maybe this was the only way out. The only road left that led away from him.

She'd tried. She'd tried so hard to change things.

But in the end, this was the path she had to walk.

The next moment, he spoke again. "So, I want you to leave my name on your skin

too. That way, we'll always be together, all right?"

At last, Jessica responded.

"No way!"

Death was the only escape she had left.

She wasn't going to let him leave any mark of himself on her, even after she was gone.

"Be good, Salome."

"Salome? Who's Salome?"

Jessica stared at Timothy in confusion. Did he have someone else besides Sheila?

"Sorry, slip of the tongue. Jessy and Salome both mean sunshine."

Jessica didn't buy it for a second.

But what did it matter who he loved? She just couldn't let him leave his name on her body.

"Timothy, if you dare put your name on me, I'll tear the skin off myself."

"Don't fight me."

was gentle, but there was a steel beneath it that brooked

your name on me, Timothy. Not even

resolve to leave him was

he changed

couldn't let the Zimmerman family know

her close. But if she became the daughter of the Zimmermans, Vince would stop at nothing to

as far

could only be

he had to

childhood photos that looked

no one would ever think to request

and if you agree, I'll take you home

your word ever

I'll call in two tattoo artists, and we'll do it together. I'll

she wanted. Once they were back, she might finally

"Fine, I agree."

flickered in

Timothy

the tattoo artists to

fastened his

with

e care and

the

arrange for

arrange

the helicopter landed

heartbeat slow as she finally boarded

takeoff, she

the small crease between her brows

Wow.

crease returned, her features tightening with

twisted in

pressed a soft kiss to her furrowed brow, as if he could smooth away her

how things between

moment he'd decided to marry her, he'd never planned on

his desire

though they shared a bed, he hadn't

had been almost

if he gave in, he'd

got drunk, she'd tried to take care of him.

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