He could actually write something like that.

His lips twitched awkwardly, feeling almost too embarrassed to hit send.

But finally, with a reckless determination, he pressed the button.

Jessica's phone chimed several times in a row-messages from Timothy.

She glanced at the pictures and read through the three texts.

A wry smile tugged at Jessica's lips-equal parts amused and defeated.

If he'd said things like this even a few times in the past seven years, maybe she wouldn't have ended up so heartbroken and numb.

Now, the affection she once longed for from him was no longer something she needed.

The vine of love that had once grown in her heart had long since withered and died; no matter how much water he poured on it now, it would never come back to life.

She shut off her phone and went to bed.

Timothy sat there gripping his phone, waiting for her reply.

He waited half an hour.

An hour.

Nothing.

knocked on his door. "Sir, lunch is

phone-noon. It must be past midnight where

to be asleep,

had to be

scrolled through Twitter and saw the flood of praise for Timothy.

really pulled off

credit, he'd managed to gild his own

to hand it to

had become an

squeezed every last drop of

ruthless, shrewd operator-Vince shuddered to think what kind of

now if he'd taken

doom-scrolling through Twitter, only to

immediately, a new

Post Without

knack for managing publicity.

were

Timothy had kept his marriage secret

beautiful, he was afraid to

screenshot of the comment and sent it

clear this

of lunch when his phone buzzed. He set down his

checked his messages-Vince

expect me to

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