Timothy sat in the car, lips pressed together in silence.
He couldn't blame everything on Henry Lawson. The truth was, he’d overestimated himself.
He’d thought taking Sheila to the parent-and-child event wouldn’t change anything.
But when they got home that day, Jessica was visibly upset. Still worried Sheila might be getting the cold shoulder from his wife, he’d chased after Jessica, leaving Sheila behind. By the time he returned, Jessica was inconsolable.
Maybe that day was the tipping point—the final straw that broke what they had.
Or maybe, there’d been something on her mind for a long time. Maybe she’d tried to tell him, but he had never really listened.
And by the time he wanted to talk, she wouldn’t hear a word.
But what mattered most now was the birthmark. He needed to know—how did Herbert find out about it?
He’d agreed to the divorce out of fear, worried she’d do something reckless. It wasn’t what he wanted.
Jessica was supposed to be his, and his alone.
“Timothy, I’m talking to you. What are you thinking about?” his grandmother’s voice broke through his thoughts.
Timothy blinked, snapping back to reality. “Sorry, Grandma. What did you say?”
“Sallie said all this happened because of Sheila. Is that true?”
He didn’t want to dodge responsibility. At the end of the day, this was on him.
He’d thought after seven years of marriage, everything had finally settled down. No one would bring up his past with Sheila anymore.
He never expected things to fall apart like this.
“It’s not—” Timothy started to say Sheila wasn’t to blame, but Vince’s words from earlier echoed in his mind.
Why had Yates warned Vince so many times with no reaction, but the moment Sheila mentioned Daisy looked like Jessica, Vince had responded? What exactly had Sheila told him?
“Timothy.” Sandra sounded exasperated. “Can you say what you mean for once?”
“I’ll handle this myself. Please, don’t get involved. Sheila is just a side note—the real problem is me.”
He’d neglected Jessica for too long.
Seven years of marriage, and she’d always cherished their family. The only abnormal moment started after Sheila visited The Gilded Whisper Estates. That was when Jessica left home, and he hadn’t taken it seriously. He’d just assumed she was acting out.
Remembering all this, Timothy felt a sharp, twisting pain in his chest.
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