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?"

the paper,

in Timothy's chest. Lately, everything

voice dropped,

she set the scissors down, picked up a stack of papers from beside her, and handed them to him. It was

at him, sharp as a slap.

papers in his

crisp. "You'd throw away a perfectly good life. What exactly is

language, her movements sharp. *What

a 'good life' a husband who's always away on business, who brings another woman to parent-teacher day and lets her play 'Mom'?

photo once hung, her hands still moving. *Or is it that you can't even stand to see our wedding photo

the empty

head, meeting Jessica's cool,

moment, a faint smile curved Timothy's lips,

guard. Just moments ago, she'd been ready for a fight, expecting their argument to end with him storming

But she recovered quickly.

she signed, her

You wanted proper wedding pictures,

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