It was Timothy.
Jessica nearly broke down.
She’d struggled to start over in a new place, desperate to escape him. Yet somehow, he’d found her again.
Timothy caught her wrist, closed the door behind them, and pressed her back against it. His dark, narrow eyes burned with flickers of anger.
His voice was cold and heavy as he demanded, “How well do you really know Vince? Did you tell him about our divorce?”
Timothy knew she needed to sign to answer, so he didn’t grip her too tightly.
Jessica jerked her arm and broke free.
“I don’t need to know anything else about him,” her hands signed sharply. “As long as he’s willing to introduce me to a good divorce lawyer, that’s enough!”
Her gestures were as fierce as the glare in Timothy’s eyes—both full of fury.
Timothy’s brow furrowed. “So you’re dead set on divorcing me?”
Even though Jessica had been bringing up divorce constantly lately, he hadn’t taken it seriously. He found it impossible to believe.
Henry Lawson was her whole world.
She knew she’d never win custody of Henry from him—he was her husband, after all.
And though she’d never said she loved him, Timothy wasn’t blind. He’d seen the longing in her eyes, the way she acted around him. He knew she loved him.
Jessica was furious now, her fingers flying as she signed: “It’s been all this time, and you still don’t get that I want out? Timothy, are you really that clueless, or are you just pretending?”
“Give me a real reason. If you’re just bored with me, that’s not enough.”
Timothy’s voice was low and aristocratic, tinged with thinly veiled impatience.
Jessica had hoped to avoid saying certain things. If they could just end things peacefully and go their separate ways, that would be best.
But Timothy was cornering her, and she was done holding back.
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