Jessica had had enough. She raised her hand. “Let’s sign the papers.”
Timothy stood up, picked up the agreement, and walked over to her, offering the documents.
She took them, eyes scanning the terms, when Timothy suddenly swept her up into his arms.
The divorce papers slipped from her grasp and fluttered to the floor.
She couldn’t trust him. Not anymore.
The agreement promised her half of all his assets.
Did he really think she could be bought that easily?
Timothy strode toward the door, but even he didn’t see where Jessica managed to draw a knife and press it against his throat.
The cold, sharp blade grazed his skin.
In Jessica’s gaze, he saw a resolve he’d never witnessed before.
He looked at her, voice low and steady. “Planning to murder your husband?”
She glared up at him, jaw clenched tight.
Even with the knife at his neck, he showed not an ounce of fear.
Timothy barely acknowledged the threat, carrying her on without breaking stride.
She couldn’t find her voice; she could only let her actions speak for her.
The tip of the blade pricked his skin.
He paused for a heartbeat as the pain hit, but then continued, unfazed.
Jessica pressed harder. Blood beaded at his throat.
When they reached the car, Timothy spoke gently, almost tenderly. “Put the knife down. If you still want to stab me later, I’ll let you.”
His elegant fingers curled around the passenger side handle, opening the door.
Jessica was so weak she didn’t even have the strength to struggle.
Timothy’s calm composure and soft words finally began to break through her defenses.
He eased her into the passenger seat, then got behind the wheel. The black Mercedes pulled away from The Gilded Whisper Estates and disappeared into the night.
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