Chapter 56
The house feh cold and empty.”
At least Mabel greeted them, stepping forward to take Timothy’s coat and bag hanging them up with practiced care?
Timothy frowned slightly..
“Where’s my wife?
“She’s upstairs, in her room 2
His brow furrowed deeper. “Has she eaten?”
“Mrs. Carter said she wasn’t hungry.
Timothy didn’t hesitate. He went straight upstairs and opened the bedroom door Jessica sat at her desk, a pair of scissors in hand, focused on cutting out delicate pattems from a piece of paper
He walked over, Jessica didn’t even lock up at the sound of his footsteps
Leaning against the desk, Timothy gazed down at her, “So, you’re not making dinner, and you’re not eating either? I
Jessica continued snipping the paper, blatantly ignoring him.8
A slow bum of frustration flared in Timothy’s chest. Lately, everything felt as if it were slipping out of his control.
“Jessica.” His voice dropped, shadowed with warming
Finally, she set the scissors down, picked up a stack of papers from beside her and handed them to him. It was the divorce agreement.
the words “Divorce Agreement stared back at him, sharp as a slap, Jessica had already signed her name.
Timothy’s grip tightened. He crumpled the papers in his fist and tossed them into the trash?
it you want?
He cast a cool, sideways glance at Jessica, his tone crisp. “You’d throw away a perfectly good life. What exactly is it Jessica replied in sign language, her movements sharp. “What is a perfectly good life?**
She gave a bitter smile and continued, her hands steady. Tell me, Timothy is a good life‘ a husband who’s always away on business, who brings another woman to parent teacher day and lets her play “Mam? Or..
Her gaze flicked to the bare wall where their wedding photo once hung,
hands still moving or is it that you can’t even stand to see our wedding photo up?*
Timothy followed her eyes to the empty space on the wall.
He tumed his head, meeting Jessica’s cool, clear gaze.
For a moment, a faint smile curved Timothy’s lips, and his voice softened. “Jealous, are you?”
Jessica froze, caught off guard. Just moments ago, she’d been ready for a fight, expecting their argument to end with him storming out–a perfect prelude to discussing divorce
But she recovered quickly.
“Don’t change the subject the signed, her gestures slower now, deliberate.!!
Timothy paused, then spoke, his voice gentler than before. Tim the one who took down the photo. You wanted proper wedding pictures, didn’t you? I’ll arrange it. Well go together take as many as you like. Forget about that old photo
Jessica’s face went blank with shock
He went on. “About the patent–teacher day–your phone was off the whole time. I tried to call you.”
Her mind went blank, Timothy, almost never spoke to her with this kind of patience. He was actually explaining himself.
That day, when she came home, she’d reakced her phone was dead. Had she been overthinking everything?
But then there was Shala–how, tonse Timothy’s father had been when that woman appeared. And that clip of paper covered in Sheila’s name.
Jessica dropped her gaze lost in thought. Suddenly, she felt herself lifted off her seat !
Timothy sat down in her cha, settling her gently on his lup
The gesture was warm, intimate almost too much. Jessica’s checks burned
Timothy wrapped his as around he lle voice low and rough. “Just trust me, okay?”
She by her lip, hean pounding
This was the tenderness she had always longed for his rate, huneyed words, his gentle touch. Every move he made, every soft gl chest, setting her heartstrings trembling
glance, sent shivers through her
Was the just being paranoid, overthinking things again?
Right on cue, Timothy’s phone buzzed. It was a call from Henry
He answered immediately.
