"Heh!" Jessamyn scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. The true Jerrick had emerged the instant she mentioned Imogen.
How was it fair that he could dictate her words, forbidding any mention of his late wife? He could endlessly cherish Imogen's memory, nurturing it tenderly in his heart, yet she was expected to erase every trace of her own husband.
Where was the justice in that? How could he wield such control over her life?
"Jessamyn..." Jerrick took a deep breath, striving for calm.
Since William had revealed Jessamyn's hatred for Imogen, a raw nerve was struck each time she uttered the name. He couldn't bear the thought of Jessamyn despising Imogen, yet it was painfully clear she did.
This helplessness festered into anger, an anger he knew wouldn't aid Jessamyn now, and so he restrained it.
"Do not come closer!" Jessamyn covered her face with her forearms. She didn't want to look at him.
