She entered the kitchen and lit the gas stove before placing the kettle on top of it. As she watched the water boil, she sighed numerous times. She got the bread out of the refrigerator and opened the cupboard to get two fresh plates. She served the bread on both plates and placed them on a large tray. She found the jam and the knife and sandwiched them between the two plates.
She turned off the gas stove and moved the kettle away from it when she was finished. She poured hot water into each mug before adding the powdered cocoa. Jessie had always liked her tea with two teaspoons of sugar. Taylor will never forget that knowledge.
She walked out of the kitchen with the tray in her hands. She knocked on the door with her elbow, and Jessie opened it. Taylor walked in and set the tray down on the table.
Jessie was reorganising her belongings in the bare closet. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate it, "She eventually spoke after a long period of silence.
"You should eat something," Taylor said. She gathered the clothes that were lying on the bed and hung them on the hanger. She took a few steps to the closet and hung them up. "Your tea is going to go cold."
"I'm not hungry," Jessie remarked as she went about her business.
"I used two teaspoons, as you prefer. Please take a bite of something." Taylor pleaded. "You know, he's moved on, and you should as well," she added. "If you want to fight back, you'll need strength, which means you'll need to eat something."
Jessie placed her clothes on the clothesline and walked up to the food tray. "You're correct, you're right." She took the cup of tea and put it in her mouth, then sipped from it before setting it down. She ripped a slice of bread from her plate, opened the jam, and spread some on it before putting it in her mouth.
She took a bite, chewed it, and then swallowed it.
"Eat more," Taylor said as she approached her. "This room can always be rearranged later."
Jessie smiled as she ate while standing, and Taylor followed suit.
It wasn't the right moment to be upset about Marco Anderson bringing a woman home after their separation. It was time to call Din Cooper and dissolve their marriage before returning to the scene of Marco's crime.
"I'm in desperate need of my phone." Jessie locked her gaze on Taylor.
Taylor said in a mouthful, "in my purse."
With a slice of bread still in her hand, Jessie stepped across to the bed and grabbed Taylor's purse. She placed the purse on her lap, opened it, and pulled out her phone.
She searched for the phone number she called earlier and placed the phone against her ear.
"Who are you calling?" Taylor asked.
"I'm calling Din Cooper," Jessie said.
"But, it is already 11:30 p.m. Don't you think it's a little late for that?"
Jessie chuckled. "I'm his wife, remember?"
Taylor suddenly fell silent.
The phone beeped twice before a harsh, drowsy voice answered it. "Miss Walker?"
Din's arms were wrapped around Beth when his phone began to ring. He was awakened by the phone call. He cocked his head to the side, his eyes wide open. He thought about who was calling him at that hour. He didn't have a client appointment, and he wasn't expecting his sister to call him at that hour. It's most likely an emergency.
Before picking up his phone from the nightstand, he gently adjusted Beth's head off his arm and placed it on the pillow.
Beth whimpered quietly as she tossed and turned, eventually turning to the opposite side.
Din regarded the illuminated number on his screen. He was aware of it, but why is she calling him at 11:30 p.m.?
"Miss Walker?" Over the phone, his drowsy voice spoke.
Before exiting the room to answer the phone, he got out of bed and looked at Beth. When he arrived home that night, he'd never mentioned the chat, and Beth didn't bother to ask him about it either. He was relieved that she didn't mention Jessie's name.
They'd cuddled as he'd promised, and she'd fallen asleep in his arms in the process.
Jessie had called his number before that, just as he had hoped she would. He had anticipated her screaming at him over the phone about the letter he had sent, but she didn't. She appeared to be engaged in another conversation, which he happened to overhear.
Her ex-fiance had brought another woman into the house and put her in the living room without realising Jessie was hiding in the toilet. He had no intention of overhearing their discussion; he simply found it interesting enough that he chose to at least listen to a portion of it before hanging up.
He assumed she was phoning him now because she had been unable to complete the conversation earlier.
"Mr. Cooper, please accept my greetings. This is Jessie Walker speaking." Jessie spoke out in a rushed tone.
"I'm well aware that it's you. Why are you calling so late at night? Is it possible to postpone it until tomorrow?" Din inquired as he entered the living room.
"It's about the letter I received earlier. Mr. Cooper, what kind of game are you playing with me?" Jessie inquired.
"Are you aware that it is 11:37 p.m.?" He asked. She is now his wife, so she is entitled to that prerogative.
"Yes, I do. This is important. It's very important."
Din demanded, "All right, speak up."
Jessie swallowed hard and grew solemn. "I dialled because I want a divorce."
"What?" Din inquired as he sat down on the sofa. His gaze wandered throughout the spacious living room.
"I said I want a divorce."