Linn gazed at the paper for a while before finally saying, "I don't remember. It was too long ago."

"Alright. You can go," Timothy replied, his tone flat.

As soon as Linn left, Timothy was about to feed the sheet of paper into the shredder when Jessica's words flashed through his mind: how she'd found him at home, scribbling Sheila's name over and over on the page.

That was how she'd discovered their affair.

Was it because of this piece of paper?

Timothy stared at the paper, then maneuvered his wheelchair to the master bedroom and knocked softly.

Jessica opened the door, her gaze immediately falling on the paper in his hand, its surface covered in Sheila's name.

"Was this the one you saw?" he asked.

Jessica remained silent.

"It's not what you think," Timothy explained patiently. "She asked me to help design her signature. The page just has a bunch of fonts and styles—nothing more."

He tried to keep his voice calm. "There's nothing between us-not like you think. I

The door shut sharply with a thud.

Jessica didn't want to hear it.

Whatever was broken between them couldn't be fixed with explanations. Even if he was telling the truth, did it matter anymore? Everything was in the past. It was too late.

Timothy sat in the hallway, utterly lost. He'd tried to clear things up. She'd misunderstood, and he'd tried to explain, but she shut him out all the same.

she want from him?

to the study, grabbed the wedding planner's brochure, and picked out a

make things right. He meant

still owed her a

his choice, Timothy called Secretary Allen

organize the wedding, it was unlikely she'd attend. And the

her desk, staring at the necklace she'd just set beside her laptop, lost in the swirl of

to make nice with her. She didn't need any of this. Every gesture, every attempt,

longer, Jessica grabbed her purse and left

she flagged down a cab. As soon as she got in, she texted

[Can we meet?]

been hoping for

[Where?]

If

[I'm here.]

Ines's studio, stopping

never been

before, but now, there was no reason to keep hiding. She'd chosen her career Her illness had turned a corner. She didn't have to

everything-except about

let you down. Timothy and I registered our

month, the divorce will be

their marriage-just that she'd chosen it recklessly, and it turned out to be nothing like the

you're a thoughtful girl. I know you wouldn't make decisions on a whim. Whatever you choose, stand by you.

you everything I know-every resource,

Smith's character

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