Married at First Sight novel (Serenity and Zachary York)

Married At First Sight Chapter 3888 Chapter 3888

Hank tried to convince himself that his pain stemmed from seeing how well Sonny got along with Duncan. Sonny was his biological son, yet from now on, he'd live with Duncan. There was even a chance that Sonny might start calling Duncan "Dad." As these thoughts spiraled, Hank felt a wetness on his face. Raising his hand to his cheek, he realized his palm was damp with tears.

He was crying.

But why?

Deep down, Hank knew the reason. He just couldn't bring himself to admit it not out loud, not even to himself.

Unable to process his emotions, he slumped forward, resting his head on the steering wheel, and let the tears flow freely. He sobbed, releasing the torrent of regret and sorrow that had been building inside him.

Once the tears dried, Hank pulled himself together. He had made a plan for the day, and despite the turmoil, he would stick to it. Starting his car, he left the Civil Affairs Bureau and drove toward the prison to visit Jessica. When Jessica saw Hank in the visitor's area, her eyes immediately landed on his swollen, red-rimmed eyes. She picked up the phone with urgency, leaning closer to the glass partition.

wrong? Why have you been crying? Your eyes are all

Mrs. Brown, and his sister, Chelsea. The two women had caused her nothing but misery. In fact, Jessica sometimes fantasized about something terrible happening

been the puppet master behind so much of

voice was low and calm, lacking his usual

way they had treated her in the past was indefensible, and even he felt ashamed

furrowed in confusion. "Then

still her parents. The pressure of her incarceration had already taken a toll on them, both emotionally

as they could. But over time, their visits stopped. The occasional package delivered by a third party was the only

had laughed bitterly when she heard

daughter who had "married well." Her brother and sister-in-law were eager to

life fell apart, she became a stain on their

Jessica thought with cold detachment, are so painfully realistic. Even