Chapter 56

The house felt 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."

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 patterns from a piece of paper.

He walked over. Jessica didn't even look 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?"

snipping the paper, blatantly ignoring

everything

voice dropped, shadowed

stack of papers from beside her, and handed them to him. It

words *Divorce Agreement* stared back at him, sharp as a

He crumpled the papers in his

a cool, sideways glance at Jessica, his tone crisp. "You'd throw away a perfectly good life. What exactly is

sign language, her movements sharp. *What is a

*Tell me, Timothy. Is a 'good life' a husband who's always away on business, who brings another woman

flicked to the bare wall where their wedding photo once hung, her hands still moving. *Or is it that you can't even stand to

the empty space on the

meeting

smile curved Timothy's lips, and his

Just moments ago, she'd been ready for a fight, expecting their argument to

But she recovered quickly.

the subject,* she signed, her

the photo. You wanted proper wedding pictures, didn't

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