Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 29

Seven years of marriage.

Could it really be because of that man last night?

Timothy's dark eyes seemed to deepen, almost swallowing the light.

He narrowed his gaze, jaw tight, and grabbed Jessica's chin, trying to force her to

speak.

Jessica's lips parted unwillingly.

"Are you trying to kill yourself?"

His voice was low, edged with a simmering anger he couldn't quite hide.

When Timothy caught a glimpse of her pale pink tongue, it was still bleeding.

Moving to the nightstand, he pulled out a few wet wipes and came back, carefully wiping the blood from her skin.

Blood was still trickling from the corner of her mouth.

His brow furrowed in frustration. He shoved the remaining wipes into her hand and, without another word, swept her into his arms.

They had barely stepped out of the master bedroom-crossing only a few paces -when Sheila appeared from the living room, a glass of water in hand. She stopped short, staring at them.

the cluster of bruises along her neck, and her robe slipping off

together, concern coloring

We'll talk later," Timothy said, striding past

glass loosened; it crashed to the floor, shattering in a spray of water and

so rough that Jessica

at the

turned out to be wild in bed. No wonder she got pregnant with Timothy's

lip, just imagine what

aunt by marriage,

rushed Jessica

cleaned her up, stopped

to avoid hot food and stick

wound was tended, Timothy led Jessica

as he shut the door, he shot her a cold look. "You made such a scene, forcing

a

only raised her hands, forming the words slowly in sign language: "Timothy,

seemed to freeze

announce our marriage to everyone in broad daylight, and then at night you ask for a divorce? You're really testing

Patience?

was tolerating whom,

he had the nerve to

in quick, agitated signs. "I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't announce

he'd betrayed their marriage, she'd never planned to make a scene —least of all