She hurried out of the car, making her way over to them.
With an apologetic look, she turned to Jessica and tried to exin, "Jessica, please don''t be mad at Kane. He''s always been like that-joking around, speaking before he thinks. I already gave him a piece of my mind. But you noting home... well, both Timothy and Henry were worried about you."
Jessica found these hollow words nauseating.
The way Timothy''s friends treated her was a perfect reflection of Timothy''s own attitude.
Then She turned to Timothy, putting on a gentle voice. "Timothy, you shouldn''t be upset with Kane either, okay?"
"I''m not that petty. It''ste. You should get some rest," Timothy replied, his tone t.
Without another word, he grabbed Jessica''s hand and pulled her forcefully into the house.
She stayed where she was, jaw clenched tight.
Timothy was caring more and more about Jessica. Tonight, he''d finally acknowledged her in front of everyone. Was it only a matter of time before he announced her identity to the world?
Upstairs in the master bedroom, Jessica yanked her hand free from Timothy''s grip, her anger barely contained.
She had never felt so much pain in her heart.
She only had six months left-she just wanted to spend that time quietly, in peace.
But he kept pushing her right up to the edge.
She had already made room for him and She in her life, done everything to step out of their way. What more did he want from her?
Timothy''s eyes were cold as he stared at her flushed, angry face. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Are you really trying to provoke me?"
Jessica seized his hand, pried it off with all her strength, and flung it aside. Her voice trembled with emotion, her gestures wild and desperate. "I want a divorce- a divorce, Timothy! How many times do I have to say it before you understand?"
Her eyes were red and shining with suppressed tears.
Those usually soft, beautiful eyes now zed with sparks of fury.
Suddenly, Timothy caught the back of her head and crushed his lips to hers.
A rebellious woman needed to be tamed.
Jessica wed at his hair, bit down hard on his lip-the taste of blood quickly spreading between them, sharp and metallic.
Still, Timothy refused to let her go.
Jessica tried to knee him, aiming for the one ce she''d heard men were most vulnerable.
But the moment she moved, Timothy wedged his leg between hers, blocking her escape.
She kept fighting him, struggling against his hold.
It wasn''t until her hot tears scalded his lips that he finally released her, cupping her face as he pulled away.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, one after another, falling in a silent cascade. Her eyes were so full of pain it was nearly unbearable to look at.
Timothy''s heart almost stopped. The pain in his chest was sharp and suffocating. Seven years of marriage, and he had never seen her cry like this.
The only times she ever cried before were soft, pleading tears beneath him, each sparkling drop like a star-making him want to be gentle, to treasure her.
He would slow down, tenderly kissing away every tear.
But these tears—flowing like a river—had nearly extinguished all the anger burning inside him.
How was he supposed tofort her now?
He brushed away her tears with his thumb, his voice softer than she''d ever heard
it. "I''m sorry. I shouldn''t have forced you. Please... don''t cry, okay?"
But this tenderness,ing sote, felt empty and false.
She refused to be fooled again.
Jessica pulled her face away, turning aside, scrubbing her tears away with shaking hands.
Timothy watched her, his gaze dark and searching.
Since the day they married, every time he came home, she''d greet him with a gentle smile.
In bed, she was shy and delicate, like a flower just beginning to bloom.
She was always so quiet and gentle-taking care of Henry, keeping the house warm and inviting, cooking meals that tasted of home.