RankNovelChapter 54
Sallie strutted in, the sharp click of her heels echoing off the polished floor.
She leaned against the wall, eyes cold and disdainful as she fixed Jessica with a withering look. "You know, for
someone who can't even speak, you're lucky Timothy married you. Instead of making him angry, maybe you
should be grateful and treat him right. Honestly, in this house-or anywhere else for that matter-no one dares
cross him. Are you out of your mind?"
On the way over, Sallie had actually given it sthought.
With Jessica's temperament, it was hard to imagine her having an affair. Besides, Sheila was back in the picture
now. The last thing Sallie wanted was for Timothy and Sheila to get involved again; that would be a stain on his
otherwise perfect life.
It was better to talk ssense into Jessica. Winning Timothy's heart was what really mattered.
Jessica kept her gaze lowered, silent.
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Sallie was nearly beside herself. She gritted her teeth. "Fine, if you won't talk, | will."
She yanked a chair over, sat down opposite Jessica, and looked her up and down with a smug air.
"Don't say I'm not trying to help you out, as your sister-in-law. Just take a look at your attitude. There are women
lined up from one end of Main Street to the other, all hoping to marry Timothy. You landing him was like winning
the lottery. And you, of all people, acting so proud? My advice: apologize to Timothy and hold on to your
marriage."
Even after that, Sallie couldn't let it go. "Think about it. You've got a wonderful husband, a bright, adorable son,
and you live in this enormous house with a life most people only dream about. Are you really willing to throw all
that away?"
Jessica finally lifted her head, meeting Sallie's haughty gaze. Suddenly, she smiled.
She had married Timothy because she loved him—not for his money, not for the mansion, not for the privileged
life.
And just because she couldn't speak, did that mean she deserved the contempt of people like Sallie?
Sallie's brow shot up in irritation. "What are you smiling at?"
Jessica pulled out her phone, tapped out a message, then turned the screen for Sallie to read.
"| don't care about any of that anymore. Timothy's so wonderful-if someone else wants him, they can have him."
Sallie shot to her feet, fuming.
"I'm trying to help you, and this is what | get? Don't blme if someone really does take Timothy away from
you—I warned you!"
With that, she stormed out, but paused in the doorway to hurl one last parting shot
over her shoulder. "You'll regret this, just wait and see!"
Once Sallie was gone, Jessica knew she had to leave. She couldn't spend another minute in this house.
But as she reached the front door, two bodyguards blocked her path.
"Ma'am, Mr. Lawson said you're not allowed to leave the house," one said politely but firmly.
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Jessica's grip tightened around her suitcase handle. So he really meant it.
It looked like she wasn't getting out today.
Defeated, she returned to her bedroom, set her suitcase down, and headed toward the study.
Mabel, the housekeeper, spotted her and hurried over. "Ma'am, I'm so glad Mr. Lawson finally brought you
home."
Jessica could only manage a weary smile as she stepped into the study.
She opened her laptop and drafted a divorce agreement.
It was short, to the point: irreconcilable differences, divorce, and she would leave with nothing.
After double-checking the document, she printed two copies and signed her nat the bottom of each.
As she stood up, divorce papers in hand, her eyes drifted to a corner by the bookshelf—the very spot where
she'd once found a scrap of paper covered with Sheila's name.
It had disappeared after a few days, probably reclaimed by Timothy once he realized it was missing.
Jessica tore her gaze away, took the divorce agreement, and returned to the master bedroom.
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